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Default MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 8 Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 8

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for ADULTS only.
IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ.

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The attached story may be shared with others and freely posted in newsgroups and on the Internet, provided no money is charged to read this document, or if it is I am offered free entrance to that site in payment and no part of this document, including the notices and attached fiction are modified, and the original author is given proper credit for their work.


This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies

Diana had other concerns more pressing than the brutalities and humiliations being visited on Wendy and Claire. She was already close to cumming. Totally unskilled at licking pussy, Andrea had fortunately managed to make up for her lack of skill by the panicked intensity of her efforts. Though disgusted by the smell and taste of Diana’s pussy, Andrea was much too frightened to disobey the Commander. Terrified after seeing Claire’s tortured face and bulging eyes as the second shitty cock was forced into her throat, Andrea had decided that licking cunt was the better option than taking a guard's shit stained cock deep into her throat. She worked madly at Diana’s cunt, managing, more by luck than skill, to find Diana’s clit with her tongue. She pressed her tongue flat against Diana's protruding nub and pressed hard. Diana moaned and pressed back, forcing her shaven slit against Andrea’s face. Andrea closed her lips around the other woman's clit and sucked hard. That was enough for Diana, coming as it did after Desiree had already brought her to two climaxes a short time ago.

Desperately close, Diana began thrusting her cunt against the other woman’s face. Instinctively, she rode Andrea’s face in time with Achmid’s thrusts into Andrea’s ass, thrusting against her face as Achmid’s thrusts drove Wendy’s body forward. She was so close, so close. She did not even feel the Camp Commander’s hand on her shoulder as he stepped behind her. But she did feel the hard warmth of his cockhead as it pressed up between her taut cheeks and against Diana’s asshole. She held her breath as it forced its way in; her still stretched sphincter muscles offering only a weak resistance. She felt both his hands on her, moving over her warm, sweaty skin from her hips up to her heavy breasts. She felt him cup her breasts at the same time as he thrust deeper into her asshole, his cock pressing her forward, against the tongue moving against her clit. His hands released her breasts going down to grip Andrea’s blonde hair as he began to grind into Diana's ass. He purposefully ground her cunt against Andrea’s tightly gripped head., using the other woman’s face as well as her tongue to bring Diana off. Diana felt the warmth of his breath as he whispered in her ear:

“This arouses you doesn’t it whore. This is what you want, isn’t it. You want to be a whore, not an officer, don’t you? You- like that big British whore on the table- want a man's cock even though you tell us you do not. You lie to us and to yourself. You are just as much a whore as she. Look at how she moves, how her body presses back onto that cock in her ass, how she wants it. She wants it despite how she screams and fights against it; it arouses her just like my cock arouses you. The two of you are very alike. You are both whores ”

Diana’s eyes went to Claire’s big ass as it heaved back pushing and pressing her butt onto the thick cock slamming in and out of it. She could see the other woman was going to cum. Diana could see that clearly in the desperate way Claire's hips thrust back, the way her big cheeks were tensing around the cock sodomizing her. At the same time, Diana could feel her ass clinching the Commander's cock in just the same way as her cunt began to flutter in advance of her climax.

God, Diana thought, do I look like her, like that.... that whore... that Bitch in heat?

Diana grunted and involuntarily arched her back as the Commander’s cock sank deeper into her guts. Andrea’s face was buried in her cunt, her tongue hard at work. One of the Commander’s hands was gripping Andrea’s hair, forcing her face against Diana‘s cunt. His other hand had returned to one of Diana’s breast. He weighted the big fleshy globe in his palm as he captured her long, hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He slowly crushed that nipple between his strong fingers as his cock moved slowly deep inside her. His hot breath whispered in her ear.

“Yes, grunt like the pig you are, whore. Grunt like an animal in heat.. Just like that whore on the table.” He grunted, referring to Claire as she lay there trapped between the two men‘s cocks, animal like grunts and squeals flowing from her gagged and cock filled mouth as she mindlessly humped back at the cock sodomizing her.

“Beg for a man’s hardness like that pig of a whore, and I will give you the hard cock you want, you whore. “

The Commander could feel Diana’s ass gripping his cock as he plowed deeper into her. He pressed himself against the warm skin of her back, allowing Diana’s womanly fragrance - the smell of a mature woman in heat- to fill his nostrils. Her scent and the feel of her warmth intoxicated him. Even more intoxicating was the way she squirmed and grunted in response to the dual stimulation of his cock and Andrea’s tongue. He could feel her arousal in the way her ass pushed back against him. He could feel the proud, stubborn Colonel Deans literally turning into a bitch in heat just like the British whore. He forced himself to slow his thrusts in order to savor that delightful thought just as he was savoring the feel and the smell of Diana’s quivering, nude body against his.

Diana could not take her eyes off Claire even as the burning sensation in her own cunt and ass grew more intense. The sight of Claire rutting between the two guards disgusted her, but she could not bring herself to look away. Instead, she watched with morbid fascination as Claire twisted and squealed like a bitch in heat while cock after cock relentlessly plowed her asshole. She saw Claire’s buttocks tightened and her body stiffen and then begin to shake with a terrible intensity. The bitch had climaxed for her rapist! At first, the disgusted Diana could not believe her eyes. She could not believe that Claire was actually climaxing! Could not believe that any woman could reach climax despite - no, she thought, reach climax because of a brutal degrading ass rape. Diana watched in shock as Claire squealed and shook in yet another climax, her second, as the fourth, or was it the fifth, man shot his load of cum into Claire’s wide open, cum filled asshole. Before this day, Diana would not have believed that a woman could be aroused by such degrading brutality. But now, she was beginning to believe. She believed because she was feeling the stirrings, feeling the same masochistic pleasure that was overwhelming Claire.

Her self respect was seeping away with each touch of Andrea’s tongue, her will to resist disappearing with each thrust of the Commander’s cock deep into her aching guts. The sodomy which she had formerly found so disgusting now aroused her. Her response filled Diana with disgust and self loathing. But, despite her disgust, she could not stop herself from pressing her ass back in response to his cock’s thrusts, nor could she stop the small animal sounds of desire that were escaping from her own mouth. Diana realized that she was feeling the same masochistic pleasure she had seen in Claire. And she could feel those feelings growing stronger. Already they were much too strong for her to deny. She hated herself, but she could not help herself. The burning in her loins was becoming intolerable, driven by the Commander’s cock thrusting deeper into her twisted guts, by the pain from her abused nipple as he stretched and crushed it between his fingers, and by that soft tongue feverishly licking and caressing her clit. Unable to stop herself, Diana roughly humped her cunt back against Andrea’s face, desperate searching for her climax as the Camp Commander’s cock relentlessly sodomized her.

The same animal like sounds the Commander had just demanded as the price of more of his cock were now streaming out of Diana’s mouth with increasing frequency and volume. And she could not stop them. Diana hated herself for her weakness. She hated herself for finding such excitement in Claire’s and Andrea’s - as well as her own- degradation and humiliation. Diana knew that she was beginning that slide into the total degradation which she had just witnessed with Claire. And for that, Diana blamed Claire. She blamed Claire for showing her the way to damnation, for leading her down this dark, degrading path by her example. Diana’s humiliation and self-loathing quickly evolved into an intense hatred of Claire. Diana’s mind told her that her humiliation was all Claire’s fault, told her that the other woman was a whore, a slut who deserved everything the guards could give her. Diana glared down at Claire, her eyes blazing with her anger at the other woman.

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Default MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 9 Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 9

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for ADULTS only.
IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ.

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The attached story may be shared with others and freely posted in newsgroups and on the Internet, provided no money is charged to read this document, or if it is I am offered free entrance to that site in payment and no part of this document, including the notices and attached fiction are modified, and the original author is given proper credit for their work.


This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies

But Claire was oblivious to the daggers in Diana’s eyes. She was oblivious to almost everything in fact, except the intense burning sensation consuming her cunt as she desperately humped it against the unyielding table. The feeling of the guard’s cock in her ass- her third or fourth cock; she had lost count- as it rode over and pressed hard against her womb had become her whole world now. The fire that cock and the ones before it had set burning in her ass and cunt was consuming her. Her mind no longer functioned. She no longer hated or even thought about the men brutally raping her. Her body simply responded to the fire in her loins, alternately opening herself up to that cock sodomizing her ass and then tightening the big muscles of her buttocks as she tried to capture that pumping cock and drag it even deeper inside her. As her body fought to pull the guard’s cock deeper inside her, her hips were desperately thrusting as hard as they could against the hard wooden table to which she was bound.

Claire desperately tried to bring herself off by rubbing her cunt against the table to apply friction to her painfully erect clit. But because of the way she was bound, Claire could not quite reach the table with her clit. She was unable to bring herself off no matter how hard she tried. The frustrated Claire was helpless, and at the mercy of the guard‘s cocks. Only they could bring her the relief she so desperately sought. Claire no longer cared about the pain and humiliation that those cocks were inflicting upon her in the process. She just cared about getting enough of those cocks to bring her the climax she so desperately needed. But no matter how many times she came, Claire could not seem to put out the fire raging inside her. Each climax led not to her satisfaction but to an even greater need. Her masochistic nature fed upon her pain and humiliation, fed the fires that burned within Claire‘s cunt. Cock after cock repeatedly sodomized her, as she was at the same time forced to swallow first one guard’s and then another’s shit stained cock. Through it all, Claire grunted and twisted underneath them, struggling madly for another climax, her beaten, sweat covered body now avidly seeking their cocks instead of trying to escape from them.

As Diana watched in anger and disgust, Claire took yet another load of man cum as the man raping her gagged mouth emptied himself deep into her open throat, leaving Claire the choice of forcing down his hot load or choking. Despite the gagging sounds as she choked it down, the loud, wet squishy sounds made by the cock fucking her cum filled asshole filled Claire’s ears, painfully reminding her just how much she needed that hardness pressing against the back of her womb. In response, Claire’s body automatically clenched her sphincter muscles, desperately trying to pull his cock in deeper, but succeeding only in milking the man’s cock and by doing so, driving him to his climax. His hot cum filled her asshole, mixing with the other loads in the cum filled swamp that was her ass chute. By now, Claire had lost count of the number of times she had felt a man’s cum filling her guts with their scalding heat or shooting deep into her throat. As the softening cock in her ass was withdrawn, Claire instinctively tightened her ass even more, desperate to keep that cock inside her until she had climaxed. But she failed. The cock pulled out, leaving her aching ass wide open and her entire body feeling painfully empty. Helpless and frustrated, Claire desperately rubbed her hips against the table in the vain hope that that would put out the fire inside her while she waited impatiently for the next cock to impale her.

But no cock came. Instead, she felt hands grabbing her arms and holding her as other hands untied her bound feet. As she moaned “ Pleaseee.... give it to me.. pleaseee.. I need it.. FUCK ME!”, the gripping hands turned her over onto her back and pulled her off the table and onto the hard concrete floor. Two sets of hands took hold of Claire’s feet and pulled them up, pressing her hard against the floor. As Claire screamed out in surprise, a booted foot came down on her throat. Claire could hardly breath as the heavy black boot pressed itself into her soft throat. It held her head and upper body trapped against to the hard floor as efficiently as the two other men were holding her lower body to the floor using her legs. With her handcuffed wrists trapped underneath her, Claire was unable to move, let alone to fight back against the men holding her down. With that boot on her throat, Claire could barely breath. She was totally helpless and vulnerable. Held on her back with her legs bent back, her cunt was perfectly positioned for the men to rape. Claire relaxed a bit as she thought that this must be was their objective. With rape inevitable, and the fire still burning inside her, Claire willed her body to relax, accepting, even welcoming, the prospect of having her cunt raped. Anything, she thought, to put out this damned fire inside me. Then she heard the Camp Commander’s voice.

“No whore. It is not that easy. First you must be prepared. No Brother will touch your unclean cunt until it has been shaven.”

Claire flushed red at his words. Then she froze in fear, her eyes growing large, not daring to move a muscle as a guard leaned over her and waved his knife in her face. It was a large curved blade, about eight inches in length, one peculiarly Arabic. It was called a jambiya. Looking up at it as she was, it looked huge to Claire. As she watched fearfully, the man squatted between her legs and ran his hand over her thick bush. He said something to the others in Arabic which brought a laugh. Then he moved his fingers lower to the entrance to Claire's raped asshole. Her asshole was a round open “O” in the expanse of her butt, the cum covering the surrounding skin and even now still leaking out of her raped ass onto the concrete. He gathered some of that cum on his finger tips and held them up so that Claire could see what he had on his fingers. Claire’s face flushed an even darker red. Smiling down at her, he wiped his cum coated fingers on her cunt hair. Then he repeated the process two more times. Each time he gathered a glob of brown tinged cum from her asshole and wiped it on Claire’s cunt hair, saturating her already sweat soaked pubic hair with her rapists’ cum. Once that was done, he took his large curved knife and began to scrape the sharp edge against Claire’s cum wet pubic hair. Only then did Claire realized that he was using the cum as shaving cream to lubricate the hair for his blade. The knife felt cold to Claire as he rested it against her warm skin. It’s touch made her shiver. Claire gritted her teeth, not daring to breath, struggling to keep her body absolutely still as the sharp blade scrapped across her skin. It cut easily thought the thick hair, leaving a path of short black stubble in its wake. Once he had shaven a wide swath from her belly button to her clit’s hood, he gathered more used cum by reaching inside her open asshole with two fingers and scooping it out of her. Then he repeated himself, cutting another swath parallel to the first. He did this a third time until he had reduced Claire’s thick pubic vee to short scattered stubble, black dots against the expanse of her pale white skin.

Claire began to sob in fear as the knifeman signaled the men holding her legs to pull them back toward Claire’s head, exposing her cunt lips and their smattering of dark pubic hair. He gathered more of the brown cum by inserting his two fingers deep inside Claire’s open asshole and used the cum to lubricated each individual swirl of hair, even though little more cum was really needed. During her sodomy, streams of the thick, sticky stuff had run out of Claire‘s raped asshole to saturate the sparse hair around her cunt lips. Now the fear in Claire’s red, crying face was obvious for all to see. She whimpered in fear, unable to form words either because of her fear or because of the foot on her throat. Instead of words, her eyes pleaded with the knifeman to spare her what she was sure was to be her cunt’s impending mutilation. Claire shook with fear. She had to fight to keep herself from peeing in her terror as the knife touched the soft flesh of her cunt. Fortunately, Claire misjudged the skill of the guard. Using the curve of his knife, he skillfully flicked away each clump of cum soggy hair. With each touch of his knife, Claire wailed and trembled uncontrollably. But, despite that, he did not even draw blood from the soft red lips protruding from her slit.

Satisfied with his work, the knifeman returned his gaze to the now bare vee between Claire’s legs. He ran his finger over the stubble there and shook his head. Reaching up to Claire’s face, he wiped up cum coating her cheeks and used that to spread over the stubble. Then he carefully scrapped Claire’s pubic area clean as she once more held her breath.

When he was finished, the knifeman use done finger to wipe the stubble and cum off his blade, he bent over Claire, slowly putting that one finger into her open, gagged mouth and then wiping it clean of the stubble and cum on Claire’s tongue.

The sputtering, shaking Claire was hoisted back onto the table beside Wendy and Andrea, this time on her back. A hand wrapped itself in her long dark hair and held her head back. Another man stepped between her legs and forced her legs back, bending them at the knee until her knee was almost against her jaw. He held her this way as he probed for her cunt with his erect cock, quickly finding Claire‘s wet cunt lips with his hardness. Claire let out another whimper as the heat of his cock made contact with her cunt. He moved his hips against her, making his hard cock ride up and down Claire's wet slit until it seemed to open of its own accord and swallow his hardness.

Once inside, the man bent over Claire, his arms holding her legs back as he pounded his cock into Claire’s exposed cunt. A steady stream of animal like grunts and moans streamed out of Claire's mouth as the man pounded into her, making Claire‘s sweat soaked , muscular but exhausted body shake with the ferocity of his thrusts. Her soft, full breasts shook like jello as his cock plowed into Claire, her twin globes wobbling from side to side and back and forth as he relentlessly battered her with his cock. Spit dribbled from his mouth onto Claire as he hunched down over her, bracing himself against her legs and driving his cock even harder into Claire’s passive body, grunting and thrusting into her like a mad man. Helpless to escape, no longer even sure that she really wanted to escape, Claire simply lay submissively underneath him, letting her body move this way and that in response to his thrusts. Only her voice remained her own, the rising intensity of those thrusts into her cunt being matched by the rising volume of Claire’s cries. Without any thought for what the other women around her would think, Claire cried out her need for relief. Her moans and cries grew louder and more degrading with each thrust as Claire‘s masochistic nature lost all restraint.

“YES.. FUCK ME, YOU BLEEDIN BASTARDS.. AHHHH. FUCK MY CUNT.. MAKE ME CUM.. I GOD.. yes.. FUCK.. HARDER.. HARDER YOU BASTARD.. OOEE I.. DON’T CARE ANYMORE,, FUCK ME.. FUCK ME!”

The guard was only too willing to do just that, even if he could not understand a word Claire said. He forced her back against the unyielding surface of the table, resting his weight on the backs of Claire’s thick thighs to hold her open to his thrusts while plowing his long hard cock into her with all his considerable strength. The slapping sound of his hard hips impacting against Claire’s soft open cunt filled the room, louder even than the grunts and pants of the two men raping Wendy’s ass and mouth or the muffled moans coming from Diana as she lost that iron self-control which had sustained her for so long. As the muscular guard rutted into Claire, he began to shout, spewing out curses and insults directed at Claire in a rapid, unintelligible Arabic. Claire was doing the same thing in English, indiscriminately mixing curses, moans, and pleas for the guard to fuck her harder, none of which he could understand. But he could understand the need in her cries. Claire on the other hand remained oblivious to the guard’s words, oblivious to everything except that hard cock moving inside her. But the Camp Commander translated the guard’s words for Diana, whispering them into her ear as he held her nude body to himself, one hand pressing Andrea’s face hard against Diana’s hungry cunt, the other trying its best to rip the nipple off Diana’s right breast. All the while his cock remained still, buried deep inside Diana, soaking in the warmth of her ass chute.

“Listen to that whore scream for more cock. Not begging him to stop , but begging him to fuck her harder. She is truly a whore. Soon you will sound like her. Soon it will be you screaming for a man’s cock, my dear Colonel Whore. Do you know what the Brother fucking that British whore just called her? “The daughter of a filthy cur dog”. What you call a bitch..... our British bitch,. And she is apparently a very good bitch. He says she is a much better fuck than most of the women he has had here. For she already knows her proper place. On her knees or on her back. He is telling her just how he will punish her for joining with the infidels. How he will teach her the falsehood of her pride and arrogance. Just as I shall teach you the cost of your false pride and arrogance. He promises to plant a big male child inside her. A child that will grow up in the Faith and learn to rape Western whores like his mother. That will be his punishment for her, to make her into his breeding bitch. To make her belly big with his child. Perhaps... perhaps I shall do the same to you. Shall I tell the doctor to stop giving you the pills that prevent conceiving? Shall I make your belly big with child.? Listen to the bitch’s scream for his cock. Do you think that whore would be begging so pitifully for more man cock if she could understand his promise to plant a child within her? Will you when your time comes?

“You pretend you are the equal of men but that is a lie. You are weak and ruled by your lusts. That is why God the Merciful has placed man over woman. That is why the Brotherhood has been given power over you and all of the other infidel whores here. A woman must have a man to rule her, to control her. For she is a whore; she cannot control herself. That is a woman’s fate. That is your fate. That is why a man’s cock will always start a fire inside you that only his seed can quench. This is your fate- to service us and to be filled with our seed. You were made by God to be our whore. Why don’t you simply surrender to your fate as that whore has surrendered to her’s. Your resistance is foolish. It only harms your fellow captives. Give up your stupid pride! Surrender to your fate and save the other women from more pain.!

“Listen! Now he is telling the other men how hot and tight her cunt is. How it is much too tight for such a whore. He says that that since it is tighter than her ass, he thinks that she must have been some man’s boy, some man who liked to spend his seed in her ass instead of her cunt. Is that the way men used you , Colonel Deans? In your ass? Or did you prefer another woman of your perverse kind to the weak men of your country. Is that why you find such pleasure in having that whimpering whore licking you? Now he is telling the other men that they need not worry about not being able to use her cunt while she bears his son. That even after he makes her belly huge with his child, they can still fuck the whore’s big ass. That is where she is most experienced in taking a man’s cock anyway. He is telling them that this one is truly the biggest whore of all the women here, and inviting them to share her with him. Look at the line behind him. Now she will get all the man cock she desires. “

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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 10

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies

Despite the distraction of her own arousal, Diana noticed that a steady stream of guards was entering the room to replace the guards who had spent themselves in the three women and departed. She watched as the men lined up for their turn at the captive women. Some chose the lines leading to Wendy‘s now limp body, lining up for either her ass or mouth. A few others’s chose to line up behind Andrea’s ass- for, despite the Commander’s promise, her ass hole was open to all comers. But most chose to line up behind Claire’s cunt, making the line behind Claire three or four times as long as the lines around the other women. As Diana watched, the man raping Claire thrust deep into her and held himself there as he shot his seed into her cunt. For long seconds he ground his hips against her cunt as he emptied himself deep inside her. Then he was gone, replaced by the next man. Lubricated by the first man’s cum, this man quickly buried himself in Claire’s cunt. He grabbed her heavy, wobbling breasts, using them as handles as he brutally attacked the bound, grunting woman with his rock hard cock. As he battered her, Claire’s head hung back over the opposite side of the table.

From Claire’s mouth, still held open by the ring gag, came a steady stream of moans, grunts, and animal-like sounds, all of which streamed out of her in an unceasing jumble as that cock relentlessly plowed into her cunt. The feeling of his cock deep inside her, pounding against the entrance to her womb, along with his hard hips battering against Claire’s erect, painfully sensitive clit combined to drive Claire into yet another climax. As her back arched, and Claire cried out a tremendous “AAAAHHH!”, the man laughed cruelly and wrenched his cock from her cunt. Claire let out a wail and shouted “NO . . NO phut it back in No . Arghhhh!” she convulsed her legs jolting still spread wide and came, hot cunt juices squirting from her still gaping cunt out in a wet spray, again and again as they laughed at her humping her ass desperate to be filled again. He mounted her again thrusting his full length deep into her still fluttering cunt and pounded her hard and fast forcing her to come again her body jolting and humping as her hot juices drenched his clenching nuts as the emptied into her as he joined her in climaxing. Almost instantly another man replaced him and drove his cock into her cunt, using it like the men before him as a weapon, brutally assaulting her with his cock.

The Camp Commander interrupted Diana’s thoughts as she watched Claire literally being raped out of her mind with a series of commands in Arabic. In response the men sodomizing Wendy and Andrea quickened the pace of their thrusts, driving themselves to cum. But instead of a new man replacing them as they pulled out, the men pulled both Andrea and Wendy off the table and pinned them to the floor by their necks and legs just as they had pinned Claire. The same knifeman squatted down between Wendy’s legs to begin the process of shaving her as Andrea fearfully watched and waited her turn. Neither woman had any idea what was to be done to them since they had been unable to see anything when Claire was shaven. From their positions on their bellies on the table, Wendy had seen nothing more than the crotch of the man raping her mouth, and Andrea had seen nothing more than the shaven expanse of Diana’s cunt. The appearance of the knife drove the already terrified Wendy into an almost catatonic state.

While the knife was removing Wendy’s thatch of pubic hair, Diana was left high and dry, whining in frustration after Andrea’s soft wet tongue was torn away. Left on the edge of the climax she so desperately needed, Diana had with no choice but to use the cock sodomizing her to bring herself to climax. Groaning miserably, her hot, sweaty body squirming in her need, Diana fucked herself with his cock, meeting each of the Commander’s thrusts with a backward thrust of her own, opening her ass up to him, willing his cock deeper into her ass. The hot breath of the Commander filled her ear as he laughed and whispered:

“Yes, you Whore! Whine like the animal, the bitch whore that you are! Whine and beg like the other whore begged for it. You want my cock now- just as I said you would, don’t you. You pretended that you hated being taken in the ass, but now you want it, don‘t you infidel whore! You are not an officer. You are nothing but a WHORE! Admit it, and I shall give you what you crave.”

Diana could not help herself. Despite the terrible humiliation of it, she continued to thrust her ass back against his cock, desperate for his hardness, desperate to cum. Groans and moans poured from her open lips as she thrust and wiggled her ass back against his hips, thrust backwards against him until she could feel his hardness sink into her and his wiry cock hair flatten against her bare ass. He had both hands on her breasts now, squeezing the warm flesh of her firm globes until it flowed out between his fingers like putty as he simultaneously squeezed her breasts and rammed his cock deep inside Diana’s hot ass. Diana screamed out her excitement each time his cock sank into her, each time it battered against the back of her womb. Then, as he withdraw his cock for another stroke, she would desperately clinched her sphincter muscle to keep him inside her as she wiggled back against his cock. To her dismay, he pulled his cock almost out of her ass. Only the head of his cock remained inside her, her sphincter desperately clinging to it, her ass frantically trying to pull his cock back inside her. But he denied her, keeping his cock motionless.

“ADMIT IT, WHORE! YOU WANT MY COCK, DON‘T YOU!”. he hissed in her ear. Diana bit her lip, struggling to find the strength to deny the truth of his words. But she could not. Her desire was greater than her pride or even her self respect. The words flooded out of her mouth.

“GOD...YES.. YOU WIN, YOU BASTARD! GIVE ME YOUR COCK..AHHHH.. . I . . I WANT YOUR COCK. I NEED IT! YES, I ..AM ...A ..WHORE. I‘M SAYING IT.....I’M A WHORE, DAMN YOU.. NOW... PLEASE... GIVE ME YOUR COCK! GIVE IT TO ME.. HARDER!.. HARDER!”

To Diana’s intense relief, he began thrusting his cock into her again. He whispered “ WHORE.. INFIDEL WHORE” repeatedly into her ear as he brutally sodomized her, his strong arms wrapped around her, tightly holding her nude body to his chest as he sank his hard cock so deliciously deep into her willing, open ass. He pounded into Diana for what seemed to her to be an eternity, his cockhead battering again and again against her womb. Then Diana’s body went rigid, her ass muscles going into a series of involuntary spasms, her ass muscles gripping and milking his cock. Her mouth fell open as her body convulsed, a low pain filled howl like the cry of a trapped animal escaping from her. Diana raised her head, her eyes tightly closed as her entire body shook, the muscles of strong arms and legs tightening into hard knots underneath Diana’s pale skin as she finally achieved the climax she needed so desperately. For a moment at the peak of her climax,, Diana lost consciousness entirely, her body slack, her head dropping onto her heaving torso. When she slowly came back to her senses, she found the Commander still feverishly rutting in her asshole. Too weak to stand, her legs buckling underneath her, he now held Diana upright, his arms wrapped around her to hold her upright as his cock continued to pound in and out of her ass hole like a piston. Too weak to resist him, Diana simply lay back in his arms, her body moving submissively in time with his thrusts, her mind a confused jumble, the whispered word “WHORE” echoing in it. Finally, she could feel him cum inside her, feel the heat of his cum filling her, his heat making her feel even weaker and even less capable of resisting him. With surprising gentleness, he lay her down face first on the table and slowly withdrew his cock from her clinging asshole. Sated for the moment, he turned his attentions to the three British women.

He saw that one of the Brothers held Claire’s legs up, forcing them back until her knees were hard against her head as he vigorously pumped his cock in and out of Claire’s wide spread cunt. A second guard was using Claire’s long dark hair to pull her head back as he used his other hand to slap his long hard cock against her upturned face, all the time chanting the word “WHORE“ over and over.

The Camp Commander watched approvingly as the knifeman finished scraping the pubic hair from Wendy’s cunt, pausing this time to clean the cum and hair encrusted blade by wiping it across Wendy’s upturned, terrified face. As he moved on to the sobbing Andrea, two other men roughly lifted Wendy’s rigid but unresisting body and threw her on the table so that she lay side by side with the cursing, babbling Claire. Then one of them grabbed Wendy’s legs to hold her down as he forced his cock into her dry cunt. Wendy was rudely jerked out of her withdrawn state as that cock impaled her cunt sending a terrible wave of pain like an electric shock shooting through her body. She screamed out her pain and fear as that cock penetrated her. In response, the guard impaling her laughed and thrust again, penetrating deeper into the slender woman’s cunt. Then he shifted his grip from Wendy’s legs to her hips and lifted the smaller woman off the table. He held her with one hand gripping her taunt buttocks, and the other pressed hard against her back, leaving her weight resting on his cock.

Her body instantly began sliding further down his cock as Wendy’s trim legs bicycled frantically against the empty air on either side of him. Hands cuffed behind her back, Wendy had no way of pulling herself up and off his cock. Instead, she slowly slide further down his cock, painfully sinking its length deeper inside her . Wendy threw her head back and screamed, her legs still frantically pumping against the air, her body struggling desperately to escape his grip,. But all she achieved with her frantic struggles was to drive his cock even deeper inside her. Laughing, the guard impaling her spun the helpless Wendy around in a circle, crying out in delight as her own frantic struggles to escape his cock did the work of fucking for him.

Andrea still lay on the concrete floor, her legs held open as the man with the knife shaved the cunt hair from her pubic vee and then from her delicate cunt lips. Deep sobs shook her nude body as she struggled to hold her body still, terrified of the cold steel held so close to her femininity. Despite her efforts, Andrea could no longer control her fear. As the cold steel touched her cunt lips, a warm stream of her piss shot out of her, splashing the knifeman’s hand. He cursed her as a filthy infidel and then used the edgeless back of his large knife to strike a heavy blow against Andrea’s clit. She screamed out in pain and fear as the blow sank into Andrea’s sensitive flesh, convinced that the man had just cut off her clit. She passed out, overcome by her fears, mercifully allowing the knifeman to finish his work without further interruptions. Once he had finished, he cleaned his knife by wiping it across Andrea’s face, a face already covered by a thick sheet of Diana’s cunt secretions.

Next the knifeman lifted her and laid her on the table beside Claire. He claimed Andrea for himself, sinking the point of his knife into the table beside Andréa's head to mark her as his. But before he would take her, he called for and received a bucket of water to throw over Andrea’s cunt to clean off her urine, before he would let his cock touched her. Once his fastidious nature had been satisfied, he vigorously raped her, thrusting his erect cock into the still unconscious woman’s cunt. The pain of his thrust into her dry, unprepared cunt quickly brought Andrea around. Dazed, for a moment she did not know where she was or what was happening to her. Then it all came back to Andrea in one crushing moment. This realization left her in a state of shock, shattering what little was left of Andrea’s courage. Losing all control of herself, Andrea began to scream as the knifeman brutally assaulted her with his cock, cruelly impaling her, making her tight young body move in time with his powerful thrusts. He used her brutally, unconcerned about the pain he was causing his infidel fucktoy.

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Thumbs up Excellent Story!!!!

Great writing! Like the diverse females. That commander is a wily guy.
With all this sex going on, are some of these slaves going to be
knocked up? Another humiliation for them: terrorists' babies.
I'd like to see the Commander have exclusive use of Diana...
maybe she can a dominatrix over the prisoners or something!

Bravo!!!
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"You finished you filthy creep?" I nod and release my teeth from her Sargeant eppelette. I ease my cock from her shitter, she pulls her white briefs up tight and pushes down her service skirt. She holds out 2 £20's I take them. The streetlight catches on the cheverons around her WPC hat. "Friday?" I nod she steps away from the alley wall she was facing and walks off in the dark. I walk off the other way
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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 11

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies

The Commander watched and smiled in satisfaction. He watched and smiled as the gang rape of the three captive women went on in this manner for at least another hour or more. He watched as Diana slowly revived and eventually lifted herself off the table to look around in a dazed manner. He smiled even more as he saw the revulsion and fear in her eyes at what she saw, smiled as the woman who had been the most resilient of his women prisoners shuddered in revulsion at what was going on around her. He watched Diana as she back blindly away from the table, moving blindly until her progress was stopped by the wall. Diana huddled there against the wall, her eyes turned to the blank wall to escape the scene on the table, her body shaking with deep sobs. The commander was pleased with how his plan to break Colonel Deans was going. And pleased as well with the progress in breaking the three new women. This success confirmed his opinion that administering a sudden overwhelming shock to the woman upon her arrival was the most efficient means of breaking her spirit and preparing her to submit to the Brothers God had placed over her. But, there was still more to do. He waited another ten or fifteen minutes until almost all of the thirty or so off duty guards had taken their fill of the women and departed. Then he sent one of the departing men for Whalid. Whalid had not left his room since he had taken the little prisoners there last night. He had no doubt been fucking his little infidel whore all that time. But he knew that Whalid could be counted on to rise to the occasion- given the proper stimulus.

While he waited for Whalid, he walked in front of the three women lying on the table and examined each in turn. He smiled at what he saw and motioned one of his men to bring Diana over to him. She stood reluctantly beside him, her head downcast, her eyes fixed on the floor. Her new, more submissive attitude - and the cum still dripping out of her ass- made her look even more desirable than ever. He wrapped one hand in her not quite shoulder length, sweat soaked hair and pulled Diana’s head up, forcing her to look at the three women.

What she saw was three very cum covered women. One, Andrea, was still whimpering in shock even though she was no longer impaled on a cock. She lay on her side, eyes tightly shut, curled up in a fetal position in a pool of man cum. Next to her lay Andrea. She lay exhausted on her back, the men’s cum draining out of her cunt and ass hole to form a spreading pool between her limp legs, her eyes open but holding the blank thousand yard stare of someone who has seen more horrors than she could comprehend. Beside her lay Claire’s sprawled body. She was , if possible, even more covered in man cum than the other two. A thick sheet of it covered Claire’s chin and lips and matted her hair around her ears. Another sheet of white scum covered her entire pubic region from belly button to asshole and over the interior of both thighs. Her eyes were closed; her face seemed at rest. On that face was an expression of intense exhaustion and of something else, something more elusive. Beaten, raped , and abused, Claire’s expression nevertheless betrayed her satisfaction. For once in her life, she had been sated sexually. Diana shuttered as she looked upon Claire’s face. She found Claire’s expression disgusting, but at the same time Diana knew that a few moments ago her own face had held the same shameful expression.

“Yes, look at them! Look at what you have done to those two poor women! All this is your fault, Colonel! You chose them to suffer this!”

“No! You....you gave me no choice. I’m sorry.. But I had no choice! It‘s not my fault!”

“Not your fault?” He mocked. “You chose them! What kind of an officer are you? But then, you are no officer, are you. You’re a whore pretending she is an officer. You begged for my cock, just as that one “ , he said, pointing to Claire,” begged for the Brothers’ cocks. You two are alike. You and she are, as you infidels say, two of a kind. You both care only for your own pleasure, your own sexual needs. You and she are ruled by your desires. You are the lowest form of woman. A true whore! “

“NO! I’m not like her!.. Not like that..”

“But you are alike! You are no better than that whore.” He whispered to her, again pointing at Claire. “But she does not lie to herself or to us. She has accepted that she is a whore. Look at her face. She is at peace with what she is. She does not suffer like you do. When you become like her, when you accept your fate, accept that you are a whore like her, then you shall have peace as well.”

“ NO! I’m... I’m not like her. I am not a whore!”

“You are very foolish, a very foolish infidel whore. You try my patience. You have much to learn about yourself. You shall learn about yourself by watching the British whore. You shall learn just how uncontrollable are the sexual lusts that lay within women like you. Or her. I will see to that. For until you learn your true nature- acknowledge the desires that rule you and accept that you need to be controlled by a man because you cannot control yourself- you shall know only suffering and shall be the cause of much suffering for the women you pretend you command.”

Turning to the three guards remaining in the room, the Camp Commander gave them a burst of rapid Arabic. Grinning, two of them grabbed the unresisting, semiconscious Claire and carried her to the nearest set of manacles hanging from the ceiling supports. . After uncuffing her, they secured each of Claire’s wrists above her head in the manacles, leaving the still dazed, battered and cum covered woman hanging limply from the ceiling. The men knelt beside her, forcing her muscular legs apart and securing each ankle to one of the many rings set in the concrete floor, leaving Claire securely bound in a standing spread eagle.
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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 12

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for ADULTS only.
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LEGAL STUFF:

The attached story may be shared with others and freely posted in newsgroups and on the Internet, provided no money is charged to read this document, or if it is I am offered free entrance to that site in payment and no part of this document, including the notices and attached fiction are modified, and the original author is given proper credit for their work.


This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies

“Now for your lesson.”

Griping Diana by the handcuffs imprisoning her wrists, he shoved her forward to stand face to face with Claire. He pressed her forward until their warm breasts mashed together and her face was only inches from Claire’s face. They were so close that Diana could not avoid inhaling the strong smell of the man cum covering Claire’s face. Diana grimaced as the smell of sex which enveloped Claire like a blanket assaulted her nostrils. She shuttered and stared contemptuously into Claire’s half closed eyes. She was nothing like this woman, Diana thought.

“The first lesson is that a Western women like this one- or like you- can never get enough sex. She is a slave to her own desires which are insatiable. She would no doubt tell you that she does not want another man. That she is sore, exhausted. But the desire is still within her waiting to indulge itself. That is the nature of a Western woman. See yourself in her!”

The Commander gripped Diana’s mass of sweat soaked hair and pressed her face even closer until her lips were touching Claire’s cheeks.

“ Lick her! Taste the man cum covering her as you clean her face of the Brother’s cum!”

Diana was repulsed by his command. But she was too experienced - and to exhausted- to try to defy him. Reluctantly, she obeyed, sticking out her tongue and at the same time tightly shutting her eyes as she probed toward Claire with her tongue. When her tongue touched Claire‘s skin, it was as if a connection had been made in an electrical circuit. Both women jumped as Diana’s soft warm tongue made contact, licking gently over Claire’s cum covered cheek. Guided by the hand in her hair, Diana licked slowly across Claire’s face, the taste of the dried man cum covering those cheeks filling her mouth with their strong, salty taste, making Diana want to gag. To her surprise, Claire pressed back against her, seeking more contact with Diana‘s tongue. A small moan escaped from Claire’s parted lips as Diana‘s tongue moved over her chin to her right cheek. There Diana licked that cheek as clean of the men‘s cum as she had the other one. The strong salty taste of the men’s cum filled her mouth, making Diana‘s head swim.. When she had finished the cheeks, the hand guided her lips back to Claire’s mouth, holding her so her lips were just touching Claire’s. Without waiting for the command, Diana began to run her tongue over Claire’s lips, flicking it into Claire’s open mouth to slither over the other woman’s teeth as well as Diana cleaned off every speck of cum. Another moan escaped Claire’s lips, traveling directly into Diana’s mouth.

“ Already the whore wants more. “, the Commander gloated.

His hand bent her head down toward Claire’s large cum streaked breasts. Reluctantly, Diana broke contact with Claire’s mouth and began licking the cum off the soft skin of Claire’s breasts. The cum was not so thick here, allowing Diana to taste Claire, to taste the other woman’s sweat and her unwashed skin as well as the guard’s cum. To her surprise, that taste did not repulse her. Instead, the taste of Claire’s unwashed feminine body aroused her. That arousal grew as Diana’s tongue licked down the warm, round expanse of Claire’s breasts to the rough texture of her nipples. As Diana licked over Claire’s erect red nubs, a louder moan escaped from Claire’s lips, a moan clearly indicating that Diana’s tongue was arousing the other woman. In response, Diana sucked harder on Claire’s nipples, taking first one and then the other between her lips and tugging on them lightly with her teeth. Claire’s moans increased as Diana captured those rough nubs between her teeth and pulled on them, stretching the blood red nipples to twice their normal size. Diana was about to take them into her mouth and suck on them when the Commander’s hand forced her head down away from Claire‘s nipples. Diana could barely stifled her moan as that nipple was torn from her lips.

He forced her to her knees in front of the spread eagled Claire. Diana found herself looking with fascination at the other woman’s open, cum covered cunt lips. She did not resist as the man’s hand lightly pushed her face forward into that cum swamp. Instead, Diana willingly thrust out her tongue and began licking at Claire’s swollen, angry red cunt lips. The intensity of the tastes filling her mouth overwhelmed Diana. It had been a long time since Diana had only tasted another woman’s cunt. And that cunt had tasted nothing like Claire’s unwashed, cum filled swamp, the dumping ground for twenty or more loads of the guards‘ cum.

Above her, Diana could hear Claire’s voice weakly protesting, crying “ No.. don’t.. please.. no more!“ But Diana ignored her as she concentrated on licking Claire’s cunt. The taste of the guards’ cum dominated, but Diana could taste something else as well, a distinctly gamy, feminine taste that was undoubtedly Claire. Gagging on the taste of lukewarm man cum, Diana repeatedly thrust her tongue deep between Claire’s cunt lips, seeking more of that intimate feminine taste. For the moment at least, her contempt for Claire was forgotten as Diana tried to comfort the other woman the only way she could. She saw in this act a fitting punishment for all the harm she had done this day. Now she was suffering the humiliation she had however unwillingly inflicted on others. Now Diana felt the degradation that the Marine Sergeant and Andrea had felt when they had been forced to lick Diana‘s cunt. to her disgust and against all her instincts, Diana found that she was aroused by this humiliation. Spurred on by this arousal as well as by the way the moaning Claire was pressing her sloppy cunt back against Diana‘s searching tongue, Diana had begun to get into licking Claire’s cunt when she was rudely jerked back to her feet by the hand gripping her hair.

“ See how simple it was to arouse the Whore’s passions with your tongue. And it does not even require your Western perversions to arouse her. Pain will do as well as pleasure with such as whore as she. Watch!”

As Diana watched, the Camp Commander began to slap Claire’s big breasts with the flat of his hand. He aimed at Claire’s huge, swollen nipples, striking each in turn. The force of his blow made Claire’s big breasts wobble from side to side. The “CRACK” of his hand striking the soft globes filled Diana’s ears, drowning out Claire’s cries of pain. Diana watched the already battered twin globes turn a bright angry red. As he worked on Claire’s breasts, Whalid finally arrived. Between blows, the Commander motioned him to stand behind Claire and in Arabic told him:

“ Ah, Finally. I feared that you were too weak to do your duty after all that time you have spend with that little American whore. I have need of your spear. If you are man enough.”

Whalid was stung by the implied insult, but held his tongue in the presence of his Commander.

“ I am sorry Sir. I came as soon as I received word that you wished my presence. I am ready to do my duty, God willing. What is it you wish me to do?’

“ Put the tip of your spear at the opening to her ass. Put it just inside her and hold it there. And then remain still. She shall fuck you. Though she does not know it yet, this one wishes to feel your cock up her ass. For that honor, she will be the one who does all the work. “

Immediately, Whalid moved to obey. He stroked his half erect cock a few times and then pushed the head of his monster cock against the open “O” ring of Claire’s much abused asshole. It easily slide inside, meeting no resistance from Claire‘s stretched out sphincter muscle. Distracted by the pain being inflicted on her breasts, Claire did nothing as he penetrated her other than slightly arch her back. Whalid used one hand to hold his cock there, just inside the entrance to her ass hole and waited.

Once the Commander saw that Whalid was ready, he picked up the pace and power of his blows. As the alternating sound of his hand smacking into her breast flesh and Claire’s screams filled the room, he spoke again, this time in English.

“ Now you British whore bitch, fuck back on the Brother’s cock. Fuck yourself on his mighty spear. Tell us how much you desire it as you take all of its mighty length into your filthy ass. Do as I say, or I shall beat your cow’s utters until they are black!”

Claire instinctively pushed back, desperate to end the pain ravaging her breasts. But as the first inches of Whalid’s cock sank into her, she quickly realized that this cock was significantly larger in girth than any that she had experienced before. Not even her earlier gang sodomy had fully prepared her for this monster. The pain as it stretched her ass chute rivaled the pain filling her red, burning breasts. Claire cried out in desperation, afraid of destroying her ass if she continued ]pushing back onto Whalid’s cock but equally afraid of what the Commander was doing to her breasts. Already, Claire’s breasts had been turned into twin red pain globes, fleshy punching bags for the Commander. He spoke again, emphasizing his words with blows across the tips of Claire’s swaying breasts from his open palm.

“ DO AS I SAY, WHORE...... CRACK .....OR I SHALL DESTROY YOUR BREASTS! CRACK.....SHOW US HOW MUCH YOU ENJOY THE FEEL OF HIS MANHOOD PENETRATING YOU! SWALLOW IT ALL IN YOUR WHORE‘S ASS!. CRACK.....THEN TELL COLONEL DEANS HOW MUCH YOU WANT THAT COCK! CRACK... SAY IT WHORE!”

Beside him, Diana cringed in sympathy with Claire as blow after blow made the other woman‘s breasts fly first one way then the other. Having had Whalid’s giant cock in her ass, Diana knew the unbelievable pain Claire was experiencing. But the sight of Claire’s deep red, blood filled breasts being methodically pounded by the Commander’s open palm terrified her even more. Her heart went out to Claire as she watched in horror. She found herself crying out,

“ Tell him. Say it. You have no choice. PLEASE! Just tell him what he wants to hear!”

With a terrible wail, Claire thrust her ass back onto the huge cock waiting to impale her. But it only sank two inches deeper into her ass despite her Herculean effort. Claire let out a cry of frustration. She gathered herself, breathing deeply, panting like a woman giving birth, and then pushed back again, a terrible grimace on her face. Grimly, she struggled to force Whalid‘s monstrous cock inside her own ass. This time she managed to sink another three inches of cock meat inside her burning asshole. At that point, Claire froze, too afraid to continue, struggling desperately to adjust herself to the width of the fleshy log impaling her. As she hesitated, the Commander slammed her breasts again and again, perversely demanding that she tell Diana how much she enjoyed having Whalid’s cock up her ass. Struggling to gather her strength, Claire blurted out:

“ AGHEE. GIVE ME YOUR COCK. GIVE IT TO ME! I WANT IT! I WANT THAT COCK UP ME!”

“ GOOD! Now take all of his cock inside you, and I shall stop slapping your breasts with my hand. DO IT NOW WHORE!”

Desperate to end her nightmare of pain, Claire took a deep breath and pushed back against Whalid. She let go of a mighty scream as she pushed herself back, impaling herself fully onto his oversize cock. Then Claire hung there exhausted by her efforts, her impressive chest rising and falling as she fought for the breath to fill her lungs, her ass wiggling from side to side as Claire tried to adjust herself to the size of the cock filling her. She had finally succeeded. His cock was fully buried inside her, his cock hair pressing against her bruised ass. Behind her, Whalid waited patiently, his face betraying only a trace of the intense pleasure he felt as Claire’s ass chute gripped his cock, as she struggled desperately to shit out his invading cock. Barely able to breath and still in great pain from the cock impaling her, Claire looked expectantly at the Commander, believing that now at least now her breasts would be spared. The commander smiled back at her and said:

“ Very good Whore. Now I shall indeed stop slapping your udders with my hand. I shall use my blet instead. I did not say anything about stopping my punishment of you,. For punishment is the lot of an infidel whore. That is why God the Just has sent you and Colonel Deans to us!“

In horror, Diana watched his smile grow even wider as he pulled the thick leather belt from his uniform and wrapped one end around his right hand and caught the loose end in his hand. He drew that arm back and lashed out at her left breast with the doubled over leather belt. The resulting “SMACK” followed by Claire’s agonized scream filled the room. The Commander laughed and gloated:

“ Push back on his cock, you Western whore! Fuck herself on it! Tell us.. no ...tell Colonel Deans how much you enjoy the feel of the powerful cock of a true Believer filling you.. Tell us what a filthy whore you are as you fuck your ass on Whalid’s mighty cock!”

For a long moment, Claire simply could not move, paralyzed by the burning pain of Whalid’s impalement and the shock of the Commander’s unexpected attack on her swollen, abused breast. Then, the Commander landed another blow with his belt on her other breast, the leather sinking deeply into the soft red breast flesh. With the wail of despair, Claire began to thrust backwards, fucking herself on Whalid’s cock as the big man held himself stationary, his teeth clinched, sweat pouring down his dark face. At the same time, she began screaming out the words she thought the Commander wanted to hear, her words coming out in counterpoint to the sound of the belt lashing her soft breasts.

“ PLEASE .. FUCK .. ME! I WANT YOUR.. ARGHEE.. COCK. GIVE ME YOUR COCK UP MY BIG WHORE’S ASS. FUCK ME YOU BLEEDIN BASTARD. FUCK ME ARGHEE GOD, FUCK MY ASS! USE ME...... USE ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM! ”

As Claire’s bound body pumped and squirmed, fucking itself on Whalid’s cock, the Commander paused in his whipping of Claire’s breasts to pull Diana to him, forcing her to look directly at Claire’s tear streaked face as he whispered into her ear,

“ Look at her! Listen to her! See how the pain and the humiliation arouses her just as the abomination of your tongue on her cunt did. See her for the whore that she is. Look at her closely, for she is a mirror of your own desires. Soon you shall show yourself to be just as weak and whorish.. Soon you shall beg for Whalid’s cock to be in your ass. I see the envy of her in your eyes already. Already you would change places with her to satisfy your own perverse desires, won‘t you. YES! You western whores are all alike!”

Diana stared back at him, unsure how to reply. At that moment, she would have changed places with Claire. She would have done so not to satisfy any lust on her part , but as an act of atonement for the suffering she had caused. This was, her mind told her, all her fault. She should be the one suffering, not this woman.

“ Yes, Let me take her place. Let me fuck myself on that misshapen cock of his. I’m begging for his cock now. Let me have it up my ass! I should be up there, not her.”

He laughed and whispered, “ No, not yet! Your time will come soon. but this is her time. Watch and learn!”
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Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

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But Diana could no longer endure standing by and watching another woman suffer. Recognizing that she could not stop Claire’s suffering, Diana was determined to at least suffer along with her. If she could not suffer the guard’s cock or belt along with Claire, then Diana would inflict her own pertinence upon herself.

“ Then let me lick her cunt as she fucks herself on his cock. You are right. I am a whore. Let me show you what a whore I am!”

Then, without waiting for his assent, Diana stepped forward and dropped to her knees in front of Claire, the woman she had felt such intense contempt for only minutes before. Now, all that was gone. Without hesitation, Diana pushed her face against Claire’s hot, wet cunt and thrust out her tongue. She licked the flat of her tongue against the folds of Claire’s cunt lips, searching for the other woman’s clitoris. With Claire’s hips bucking against Diana’s face as Claire fucked herself on Whalid’s cock, she could not quite capture and hold the other woman’s clit. With her arms still tightly cuffed behind her back, Diana could only moan in frustration and press her face harder into Claire’s reeking sex, burying her nose in the soft wet folds. The smell of cum and of Claire’s own juices was overwhelming, but Diana persevered until at last she found and held onto Claire’s blood filled, erect clit with her teeth. The tip of Diana’s tongue batted the tip of Claire’s clit back and forth in double quick time. Above her, Diana could hear Claire’s screams as the three of- them attacked her- she with her teeth and tongue, Whalid with his cock, and the Commander with his belt. This combined assault overwhelmed Claire, filling her with a barrage of conflicting sensations as pain vied with pleasure inside Claire‘s confused mind.

“ ARGHE.. GOD... YES.. GIVE IT TO ME... LICK ME HARDER.... OWHEE.. NO.. YOU’RE KILLING ME.. NO.. PLEASE STOP... GOD .. YES.. STOP.. NO ... OHEE!”

Behind Claire, Whalid ‘s face was turning a bright red as he forced himself to remain passive while Claire’s ass gripped his cock and massaged its length. He could feel his cock swelling in size. The tight grip Claire’s asshole had on his cock as her ass milked him was unlike anything he had yet experienced. It felt to him as if a giant hand was jacking him off. He was in agony. He had already cum several times last night with the little whore in his room. After that, his cock was already painfully sensitive. The crushing grip that Claire’s asshole had on it was as painful to him as it was arousing. His entire body was dripping sweat as he fought to control himself, to remain passive as the Commander had ordered. The pain and the tightness aroused him. He was on the edge of cumming, but needed something more to reach his climax. Fortunately for him, the Commander saw his situation and took steps to help him. He knelt behind Diana and unlocked the handcuffs holding her hands behind her nude, sweat covered back as he whispered into her ear:

“ If you want to help her, want to end this, use your hands on Whalid’s balls, squeeze them.. hard.. to make him cum. ”

Diana reluctantly obeyed. Without taking her mouth off Claire’s sopping wet cunt, Diana reached up and felt for the man’s ball sack s it swung freely just below Claire’s ass cheeks. Whalid grunted n surprise as he felt the fingers of one of Diana’s hands close around his ball sack and pulled downward, trapping his heavy, cum laden balls at the bottom. He grunted again as the fingers of Diana’s other hand closed around his trapped balls and began to squeeze them hard between her thumb and forefinger. He grabbed Claire’s muscular shoulders for support as waves of pain shot through his body. Unable to stop himself, Whalid thrust his cock deep into Claire, meeting her backward thrust with a powerful forward thrust of his own. He sank his cock impossibly deep into Claire’s ass, deeper than any of the cocks Claire had experienced in her ass before. The pain as Diana squeezed his trapped balls drove him over the edge into his climax. His climax drove Claire into her own orgasm. The feeling of his cock throbbing as it shot hot loads of his man cum deep inside her guts triggered the climax built by Diana’s tongue and the stinging belt inside the masochistic young woman. With Diana’s tongue still moving like a snake against Claire’s clit, Claire arched her back and came again and again, screaming out her release before blacking out from the intensity of the sensations overwhelming her. Even after her body had stopped shuddering and hung limp in her bonds, Diana kept hard at work on her lifeless body.

Diana did not stop licking and sucking the cum filled swamp that was Claire’s cunt until the Commander pulled her head back by her hair, Only then did she see Whalid standing beside her, his still erect, but drooping cock almost touching her face.

“ Clean him off! Lick the whore’s shit off his cock!”

Diana did not even think of resisting or of defying him. She simply reached up with her unbound hands to grasp his shit stained cock at its base. She held his cock upright in front of her face as she slowly licked her tongue over the length of its underside, tasting the bitterness of Claire’s ass there along with the strong , salty taste of his cum. Diana licked along its entire length before lowering the huge cock so that its head was pointed at her face. Then she licked over its large purplish head before opening her mouth as wide as she could and swallowing as much of its half hard length as she could. His cock’s size exceeding anything she had ever had in her mouth before, Diana had to struggle to force as much of it inside her mouth as she could. Gagging and struggling, Diana could only get abut half of Whalid’s monster inside her warm, wet mouth . Once she had tongue washed as much of his cock as she could get into her mouth, Diana reluctantly pulled its shiny wet length from her mouth and held it upright beside her face, amazed at its size, unable to comprehend how all that cock had ever fitted up Claire’s - or her own- ass. The look of utter submission on her face was a clear demonstration of how far the commander had taken Diana in only one day..

“ Very good ! Very good indeed! But I am afraid that there is still more for you to learn here.”

Diana watched incredulously as the Commander had one of the guards ball gag the still unconscious Claire. Then he strapped a harness of black leather straps around Claire’s hips. It was only when he retrieved an impossibly long, black carved dildo from a drawer that Diana understood what the Commander had in mind. She watched in horror as the guard secured that vicious wooden fucking tool into the harness around Claire’s hips, staring fearfully at the sharp ridges and raised knobs that covered the surface of the huge dildo. Once the guard had that man made cock secured, he stepped back as another guard threw a bucket of water over the unconscious woman. Claire slowly came back to the lining, a moan coming from her bruised lips as she saw that they were not finished with her yet. That moan was quickly followed by a muffled exclamation as Claire caught sight of the black monster jutting out from her cunt, turning her into a parody of a man..

“ Bring that woman over here, “ the Commander ordered, pointing to Andrea.

Diana could not help herself. She blurted out. “ No please. Take me. I should be the one punished here.”

“ Yes, you should be the one punished. But it is God’s will that you shall see and learn from the pain of others before you find your own pain.”

Under the Commander’s directions, the guards strapped Andrea’s arms and legs to Claire’s, leaving the women positioned with Andrea’s back pressing against Claire’s red, battered breasts. The Commander had one of the guards hold Claire’s dildo horizontal, its head aimed at the still open, sodomized entrance to Andrea’s ass. As Andrea frantically squirmed and struggled to escape that hard head, the Camp Commander stepped in front of her and used the folded belt he still held in his fist to lash out at Andrea’s cone shaped breasts. Startled by the new pain, Andrea instinctively jerked backwards- and onto the dildo probing her asshole. Once she was impaled, a guards quickly ran a rope around both Claire and Andrea at waist level and pulled it tight, locking the dildo inside Andrea. She scream and struggle at her new impalement while the exhausted Claire simply looked on in disinterest.

Claire lost that look seconds later as two guards stepped forward and positioned themselves, one behind Claire and one in front of Andrea. One quickly sank his cock deep into Claire’s still open, stretched out ass hole. The guard in front struggled to take Andrea in her cunt. Because of the angle, he could only sink half his length into Andrea’s cunt. This meant that the top of his cock rode over her hither to for ignored clit as the cock thrust upward at a forty-five degree angle into her cunt. While Diana watched in horror and fascination, the two guards managed to time their thrusts so they both thrust into their woman at the same time. The guard’s thrust drove Claire’s hips forward, the attached dildo sinking deep into Andrea’s already fucked out asshole. At the same time the second guard’s thrust into Andrea’s cunt drove her backwards onto Claire’s advancing dildo. Exhausted, Claire’s head fell forward onto Andrea’s shoulder, her long dark hair mixing with Andrea’s blonde locks. Andrea’s back arched in response the ridged dildo stretching her ass chute, as Andrea leaned her head back, staring up at the ceiling as the guard plowed into her cunt with short, rapid strokes. But far worse than his cock was Claire’s dildo. That dildo was even worse than the multiple cocks which had reamed her out earlier. Unyielding and studded with sharp ridges and big knobs, Claire’s dildo mercilessly impaled Andrea, driven in deep by the men’s thrusts, filling Andrea with the fear that the wooden dildo was shredding the lining of her ass chute. Too exhausted to fight against the guard sodomizing her, Claire hung limp in her bonds, passively accepting the guard’s thrusts into her stretched ass and letting the pounding of his hips against her butt drive the dildo strapped to her hips deeper and deeper into her countrywoman’s ass. Claire simply let her body go slack, allowing her rapist’s cock to entirely control her movements. She was no longer capable of resistance or even of coherent thought. Claire was just reacting to the cock controlling her. With her ass already terribly stretched by Whalid’s cock, Claire no longer felt any pain there, just a burning emptiness.. IN contrast, Andrea’s body was as tight as Claire’s was loose. Driven by the pain, Andrea’s ass muscles involuntarily gripped the hard wooden dildo impaling her, stretching her beyond endurance. Bound and helpless to escape her impalement, Andrea could only scream out her protests as the fire in her ass consumed her. But no one- except Diana- listened or cared.

By now, the second shift of guards had left their duty station and were gravitating toward the gang rape taking place here. As the first set of guards shot their cum into Claire and Andrea, they were quickly replaced by another set of guards. When the first two guards pulled out, the Commander silently motioned them to Diana. Left on her knees, Diana had automatically assumed the interview position mandated by the Camp Commander- unbound arms behind her back, hands clasped, head down, legs spread to reveal her shaven cunt. She had been watching this new gang rape, her eyes filled with tears, horrified by the brutality being inflicted on the two British women, but at the same time fascinated, unable to look away. When the first guard stepped in front of her, his cock covered with a mixture of Andrea’s cunt juices and his own cum , Diana had known what to do. Without even an order from the Commander, she had opened her mouth, leaned forward, and taken the man’s filthy cock into her mouth. She began using her tongue, cleaning the man’s cock of the scum covering its half hard length. So accustomed had Diana become to having her arms bound, she now forgot that they were free as she submissively serviced the standing man’s cock with her tongue and mouth. Her hands- unbound but unused- remained clasped behind her back. Diana did not resist even when the man grasped her by her brunette hair and held her head still as he fucked her face, his cock slowly hardening in Diana’s mouth as he roughly rode her face. For the long minutes it took him before he shot his second load, Diana passively serviced him, her unbound hands clasped behind her back, her mouth open as the man brutally fucked her throat, spit running out of her half open mouth, her tongue feverishly working on the sensitive underside of his cock until she was finally rewarded by a hot mouthful of his cum. As soon as he had pulled out of her mouth, while Diana was still forcing down the cum filling her mouth, the second man thrust his cock into her face and grunted in pleasure. Diana promptly opened her throat to his shit stained cock and began licking it clean , her eyes mow fixed on the cock hairs covering her face instead of the dual rape of Claire and Andrea taking place right in front of her.

Satisfied with Diana’s progress, the Camp Commander had turned his attentions back to Claire. As the third man plowed into her open asshole, he began to whisper into the ear of the half conscious, exhausted Englishwoman. Taking advantage of her confused state of mind, he began planting images in her mind, images calculated to terrify the young woman long after this night was over.
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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 14

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies

“ Get use to the feeling of a man’s cock in your ass, you whore. After all the Brothers who had you tonight, your belly will soon be filled with a manchild. You’ll be pregnant with the child of the brothers, a child who is the product of the twenty or more Brothers who have filled you with their seeds. But, for a Western whore like you, being with child is no reason to leave you without a man‘s cock. No, as your belly swells, it will make your worn out cunt tighter, more pleasurable. And when your belly is too big to ride you on your back, the Brothers will put you on your hands and knees like the dog that you are. Then they will ride your ass, ride you like they would a boy as the child - our child- grows within you. “

The Commander kept on and on, repeating himself again and again as he drove home to the new captive her hopeless position. As man after man drove their cocks into her loose, cum filed ass hole, he repeated these words to Claire, driving them home with his repetition. Then he did the same to Andrea, whispering those words into her ear as she squirmed and whined, caught between the cock fucking her sore cunt and the wooden monster impaling her ass. Again and again, he promised both women an uncompromisingly grim future as the Brother’s breeding machines. As he filled their minds with these images, guard after guard filled the two helpless captives with their cum. And as the guards relentlessly sodomized Claire, Claire in turn relentlessly sodomized Andrea. The agony of the endless sodomy was even worse for Andrea than it was for Claire. In Andrea’s case, the cock in her ass never climaxed, never grew soft, never withdrew to give her a moment‘s relief. It just kept on endlessly plowing into her swollen, raw asshole, the hard projections on the false cock cutting and bruising the sensitive lining of Andrea’s ass chute with each thrust. Immobilized by the ropes holding her bound to Claire, with Claire’s big, soft, sweaty breasts pressed against her back, Andrea could not escape the cocks rubbing against her clitoris as the men thrust into her. They eventually drove her to climax after climax solely from that relentless friction as the men’s cocks battered against her clit. But even that was no relief from the constant, all consuming burning in her asshole. That burning, like an itch she could not scratch, was driving Andrea crazy, making her buck and scream as Claire‘s dildo relentlessly plowed into her ass.

All the while, as guard after guard forced their cocks into ass or cunt, Diana knelt beside the two bound POWs. Submissively, masochistically, then willingly... Diana serviced an endless stream of guards, licked and sucked their cocks seconds after those cocks had been pulled from Claire’s asshole or Andrea’s cunt, serviced them while they still reeked of the combined smell of cum and ass or cunt juices. But there were too many guards for Diana alone to service. Impatient guards dragged over the still bound Wendy to kneel beside Diana and put Wendy to work cleaning their slimy cocks as well. The two of them barely kept up with the demand for their services. Overwhelmed, Diana soon lost track of the time that she spent there on her knees, servicing the guards’ cocks. All Diana could see and smell now were those cocks. They became her whole world. They began to look alike to her. Soon, they all became the same cock in Diana’s mind. Time seemed to slow down and then to stop as she endlessly fed on that cock. Through the muffled sounds of the men rutting in Claire and Andrea, she remained vaguely aware of their presence and that their gang rape was continuing. But she paid little attention to them, concentrating instead on the cock thrust into her mouth or held against her lips, its taste and smell comprising her whole world.

This seemed to go on forever until suddenly there were no more cocks. Diana found herself kneeling behind Claire. Groggily, Diana shook her head, trying to remember where she was, who she was. Then it slowly came back to her as she felt the sheet of cum drying on her chin and cheeks and tasted the thick, salty paste filling her mouth. and coating her tongue. A voice was whispering in her ear, something about helping the British woman. Helping her cum. Diana nodded her head. She did not resist as someone guided her arm up and pressed her cupped hand against Claire’s open, cum slick cunt lips. She felt her hand being swallowed up in the slick warmth of Claire’s cunt, felt Claire’s cunt gripping her hand. Then the voice whispered in her ear again. Obediently, Diana began to move her hand , pressing it forward against the slick resistance, watching dispassionately as her arm disappeared into Claire’s cunt. A hand at her elbow guided her, moving her hand first in and then out of Claire’s cunt in a steadily increasing tempo. Diana felt Claire’s exhausted body tense, the muscles more tightly gripping her hand. Diana felt the resistance increase the deeper her hand penetrated into the folds of Claire‘s cunt. Though she could not see it, Diana could feel Claire’s hips begin to move in response to her fist fucking. Once again, she was pumping that horrible ridged dildo deep into Andrea’s ass, the thrusts of Andrea’s hips painfully mirroring the thrust’s of Claire’s.

A hand gripped Diana’s hair in addition to the one guiding her arm. It forced her face forward, pressing it against Claire’s ass. Obeying the unspoken command, Diana thrust out her tongue and began to lick at he ring of cum drying around Claire’s open asshole. The bitter taste made her moan. Once the area around Claire’s sphincter was licked clean and shiny, Diana pushed out her tongue, shoving its tip into Claire’s open ass, searching for the man cum still slowly dribbling out. As she searched for it, her hand continued to move inside Claire, fist fucking her, filling her body to reach deeper and fill Claire to a greater extent than anything she had ever experienced before. Diana’s hand became Claire’s whole world, moving inside her, pounding on her womb, filling her as never before as it drove Claire on to the most shattering climax of her life. But even that was not the end. For what seemed like hours through the rest of the night, Diana’s hand kept moving inside Claire. It kept moving relentlessly up and down inside Claire, driving her exhausted body on to yet another orgasm and another until hours later the screaming Claire passed out again, fainted for the third and last time that night.

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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 15

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies

When Diana awoke, her mind was confused. For a moment, she thought that she was in her bed at home, awaking from a nightmare. But then she recognized the familiar bareness of her cell, and realized that she was nude and lay on her back, her arms tied together and secured to the frame of the bed above her head. Then she knew immediately that the images running through her mind weren’t from a nightmare, at least not one of the kind from which you can wake up. She remembered that she was a POW. It took a second longer for Diana to make sense of those disgusting images filling her mind. It was the sight of the cum encrusted lieutenant colonel’s insignia piercing her nipple that brought the images into focus. She remembered the Commander and his cruel game. And with that memory came the return of the guilt she had felt at the suffering she had unwillingly caused for her fellow POW’s. The images of last night ran quickly through her mind. Diana’s last image was of the humiliating way in which she had ended that day- on her knees, arms unbound but not resisting, whorishly sucking an endless stream of cock after shit covered cock until her jaws had ached with fatigue. She distinctly remembered the feeling of drowning in their cum, of choking down quarts of their thick cream as she struggled for air. Diana remembered how the men’s cum had filled her belly, painfully stretching her stomach, until the next load of cum had no place to go and had run in thick twin streams out of her nose. Diana grimaced as all the cum she had swallowed had made her feel sick to her stomach as well as bloated, the cum lying like a rock inside her churning guts. She could feel her skin itch from the thick layer of dried cum that covered her face and breasts, feel the thick coat of cum scum coating the insides of her mouth and throat, as well. But after that image of her on her knees as all those cocks fucked her mouth, her memories faded. She must, Diana supposed, have passed out. She shook her head, then stopped abruptly as the pain blurred her vision. Terribly thirsty, Diana licked her full lips only to find that they too were covered with the thick scum of the guards’ foul tasting dried man cum. Her entire body ached. It was, Diana thought, as if she were hung over, hung over from all the cum she had consumed last night.

Diana lay there on her back, helpless, unable to even wipe the tacky, drying cum from her lips or chin until eventually a guard came to get her. He unchained her hands and motioned her to follow him, grunting the word “shower”. Desperate to rid herself of the cum covering most of her body , Diana eagerly followed him to the shower at the end of the corridor. She stood under the tepid stream of water for a long time, ignoring , or indifferent to the two guards hungrily watching her as she compulsively scrubbed her nude body over and over again. Repeatedly, Diana held her head under the shower, her mouth open, as she tried to wash the taste and feeling of the cum from her mouth. There was nothing she could do about the sour churning in her stomach though. The watching guards allowed her to stand underneath the water as long as she wished. Eventually, Diana turned the water off and dried herself as best she could without a towel. Her body was still damp, her hair slicked back behind her ears, as she was lead towards the Commander’s office. she was still unbound, which puzzled her since she knew that was a violation of the camp rules. Two guards led her back to the same place where all this had begun. That has been just yesterday, but it seemed to Diana an eternity ago. As she walked down the stairs, Diana wondered why her arms had not been bound. Were they becoming careless, she wondered? Or have they decided that she no longer presented a threat to them? That she was beaten.

Diana shivered as she assumed the position, her unfettered hands clasped behind her back. She stood before the Commander, who was seated at his desk just as he had been yesterday, with her eyes downcast, hardly daring to breath. He looked up at her for a moment, his eyes devouring her nude body as Diana tired to steel herself for what she knew was coming. She was determined to end this awful game of his before any more of her women were hurt. If that meant that she must grovel before him, must prostitute herself to him, then that is what she would do. No matter how repulsive that was to her.

“ Ah, good. You are back, and no doubt ready to resume out little contest again. You did not do very well yesterday. I’m afraid you must show me a great deal more strength of will today if you hope to convince me of your right to be treated as an officer, instead of as the whore which you truly are. Shall we proceed? ”

Diana flinched at his words. She fought to keep her composure. She struggled both to keep her anger from exploding and, at in the next moment, to keep herself from breaking into hysterical tears and begging for mercy from a man she knew had no mercy. It was only by the narrowest of margins that Dina retained enough of her sanity to speak coherently . Her fatigue clearly evident in her voice, Diana softly replied.

“ You have won, Commander. You were right. I am not strong enough to be an officer. I am a weak woman who belongs on my knees servicing a man, not giving him orders. There is no need to do any more tests. I accept that I am your whore! I accept that I am here to service the Brothers sexually.”

The Commander regarded her in silence for a moment. Then he nodded to the guards behind her. Diana heard the door close as they left. With a shiver she realized that she was alone with the Camp Commander. Only then did he reply.

“ I wonder if you do indeed have the wisdom to put aside your false pride and accept that you are a whore. But, God willing, I shall soon know. I shall put you to the test. Show me what a whore you are, Colonel Deans! “

As he spoke, the Commander rose and stood beside his desk, his arms relaxed at his side. For a fleeting moment, Diana longed to launch herself at him and choke the life out of him. There was nothing she wished more at this moment than to see him dead. This was the first real opportunity she had ever had to try to kill him. She was not bound. He appeared unarmed. The two of them were alone. But Diana rejected the idea of resistance almost as soon as it had formed in her mind. Her old self confidence was gone. She was afraid now, afraid for both herself and her fellow POWs. Resistance was futile. Submission was her only alternative. She had to placate this man no matter what the cost to herself. She had to do it to protect the other women. It was her duty.

With a moan, Diana sank to her knees in front of the cruel man who stood so confidently before her, mocking her with his obvious contempt. She accepted that this humiliation was to be the price she must pay to save her fellow POWs. Diana saw no alternative now but to embrace her humiliation no matter how painful it was to her pride. With trembling hands, Diana reached up and unzipped the Commander’s fly. The trembling of her hands increased as Diana reached within and searched for his cock. Gently, Diana pulled the hot, erect cock out of his pants and held it in her shaking hand. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and thrust out her tongue.

As her soft warm tongue licked along the sensitive underside of his very erect cock, the Commander shivered in pleasure. He looked down at the once proud woman who he had reduced to this humiliating state and smiled to himself. As Diana turned her head sideways and gently ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, he could not keep himself from moaning softly. These sensations threatened to overwhelm him- the warm, wet touch of her tongue, the sight and the feel of her soft, open lips brushing against his cock, the overpoweringly arousing image of the woman he hated, the once proud and defiant Colonel Diana Deans, kneeling before him, nude and unbound, submissively licking his cock. All of this combined to bring him to the edge of his climax. Smiling, he ran the fingers of one hand through Diana’s thick, wet hair as she licked up and down his hard cock. Closing his hand into a fist, he pulled her face upward so that he could look into her eyes as he mockingly asked:

“ Is that the best you can do, Whore? Surely a whore such as you say you are should be able to do better than this to please a man!”

Diana’s face reddened both in anger and embarrassment, but she did not reply. Instead, she took one hand and undid the Commander’s belt, letting his heavy military trousers drop. She lifted his cock with one hand while thrusting her face forward into his hairy crotch, burying her nose in his sweaty, rank pubic hair as she licked the skin of his upper thigh. Licking first one, then the other thigh, she worked her way slowly down to the heavy ball sack hanging between them. The strong masculine odor that concentrated there repelled Diana, but she forced herself on, desperate to end his cruel game even if it meant totally degrading herself in order to convince him that he had won. A proud women, she had never done this sort of thing , never debased herself by slavishly licking a man’s privates before. Gently, carefully, Diana licked the man’s ball sack, tasting the salty bitterness of his sweat and the filth concentrated there as she ran the tip of her tongue over the wrinkled skin. Then Diana took one of his balls inside her mouth, holding it against her tongue with her lips, carefully using her full red lips to shield her teeth from contact with his sensitive balls. Diana ran the flat of her tongue over the underside of his ball as she held it there. She felt his grip on her hair tighten as she did this. To Diana’s surprise, it satisfied her in a perverse way to know that she had pleased him, excited him. Eager to please him again, she released that ball and captured the other one in her lips. Again she licked its underside, this time humming slightly as she did.

“ AHH! Good, whore! More, you filthy whore, again!”

Still holding his cock up out of the way, Diana began to stroke her hand lightly up and down the length of his rock hard cock as she licked and hummed first one ball then the other. Next she released his ball from her lips and reached further between his legs, straining to lick the sensitive patch of skin between his cock and asshole with the tip of her tongue. To Diana surprise, the Camp Commander responded by lifting one leg and straddling Diana’s kneeling form, presenting his ass to her tongue.

“ Yes,, you cock sucking, filthy whore! Lick me there, Whore! Lick my ass! Eat my filth, Colonel Deans!”

His use of her rank struck Diana like a slap in the face. But despite her feelings of intense humiliation, she turned her head and pressed her face up between his ass cheeks. She thrust the tip of her tongue upward against the tight rosebud of his asshole. Gagging at the raw taste of his shit, Diana pressed her tongue forward, forcing it past his tight sphincter, forcing the tip of her tongue inside him. As one of her hands continued stroking his cock, Diana submissively tongued fucked his asshole. Never had she done anything like this, not even in her short marriage. never had she licked a man’s asshole. Never would she have thought that she were capable of doing anything as perverse as this. But now she did it without hesitation. Her face pressed against his buttocks, her tongue in his ass hole tasting the bitterness there, Diana felt like a total whore, like the worst kind of slut. Still, she pressed her tongue deeper into his ass. Despite her resolution to endure her humiliation stoically, Diana could not stop the tears which filled her eyes as she twisted and thrust her tongue into his tight ass hole.

“ Ah.. Yes. You are truly a whore. Only a Western infidel whore like you could do something so ... disgusting, so unclean.. so perverted. Is that not true, whore?’, He grunted as he towered above her.

“ The taste of his shit burning her tongue, Diana choked down a sob at his cruel words and obediently replied,

“Yes. Yes, I am a Whore! God help me. I am a filthy, ass licking Whore!”

The Camp Commander almost came as Diana uttered those words. The excitement of hearing this proud Western woman call herself a whore aroused him even more than the feel of her tongue up his ass. He had to have more of her now, before he came!

“ Stand up Whore! Stand and bend over my desk just like you did yesterday. Offer me her ass, Whore!”

Diana rose gracefully to her feet and silently bend her strong, feminine body over his desk as he ordered. She knew he was going to sodomize her. Knew that he was going to take her in the way she most hated. Unlike yesterday, she was unbound, capable of resisting. But Diana did not resist. Instead, she submissively bent herself over the desk, presenting her firm ass to the watching Commander, and waited. Anticipating the pain to come when he sodomized her, Diana gripped the opposite edge of the desk with both hands and braced herself.

The Commander stood behind her, watching. His cock throbbed painfully at the sight of that mature American beauty submissively offering her ass to him. He had to force himself not to cum right then, before he had penetrated her. He stared down at Diana’s full round ass cheeks as they quivered in anticipation of the pain to come. Looking up, he could see her face in profile, the fear and loathing evident in the tears running down her cheeks and the quiver of her open lips, but also seeing something else. Seeing for the first time a resignation, even submission, in Diana’s face and eyes. The Commander ran one hand over Diana’s sweaty back, feeling the firm muscles under that soft skin. He used his other hand to land a powerful swat on Diana’s left butt cheek, making it quake like jello despite its muscular tautness.

“ Tell me what it is you want , you filthy Whore! Tell me what a whore like you wants from a man! Speak to me like the British whore did. Tell me how weak you are! Tell me how much you need a man‘s cock in your ass!”

Diana sobbed, the humiliation he demanded of her was almost too much for the proud female officer to bear. To be treated like a whore was terrible enough, but to have to act the part as well was unbearable. Nevertheless, she must bear it. Diana choked on the words, but spoke them nevertheless because even this was preferable to seeing more of her women hurt because of her pride. . Spoke the words she knew he wished to hear.

“ Please... please fuck me in my ass. I.. need your cock in my ass. Fuck me in my dirty ass like the Whore I am. I.. I want to be your whore. I want your cock inside me. I can’t fight you any more. I want to feel your strength. I am.. weak. I need the strength of a man!”

Pleased at her degrading response, the Commander pressed the head of his rock like cock against the entrance to her repeatedly raped asshole and pressed forward. His cock slide into Diana without much resistance. He watched as Diana’s hands tightened their grip on the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white as his cock penetrated into the warmth of her ass. He savored the feeling as her warm ass enveloped his cock. The grip of her ass was still unbelievably hot and tight despite the number of times he and other the Brothers had taken Diana this way. That grip on his cock tightened as Diana involuntarily arches her back and let out a soft moan, fighting to relax her muscles and let her body adjust itself to his painful invasion. He held his cock stationary inside her and ordered:

“ Thrust back, Whore. Since you want this so much, it is for you to do some of the work, you degenerate infidel Whore! ”


Groaning, her eyes clouded with her tears, Diana did as he ordered, pushing back with her hips against him, feeling the burning pain as his cock sank deeper into her ass chute as she pushed. Diana wiggled her ass, willing her back passage to widen, as she pushed back against him, submissively obeying her captor in every way, no matter how humiliating. Eager to please the man she hated.

“ Harder Whore! Show me that you are as much a Whore as than British slut! Bury my cock inside you. Tell me how much pleasure it gives you to have your master’s cock up your ass. Tell me how good it feels to a Whore such as you to be fucked in her filthy ass. “

Her teeth clinched from the pain, tears streaming down her face, Diana struggled to obey. Her reply came out in short pants as she fought for air. The words seemed to Diana to come from some one else. Before this day, Diana would never have believed that she could say such degrading words. Each word tore out a piece of her soul.

“ Yes. Your cock.. feels so good.. ... I like it... like that.. up my ass. Fuck me like .. the Whore... I am.. I need it.. make it hurt... I need it... to hurt.. Fuck my dirty ass....God... It hurts so much... give it too me! Use me! Fuck my ass!”

The tight, warm grip of her ass on his cock and the delicious self inflicted humiliation of her words brought the Commander back to the edge of his climax. He could no longer hold himself back. With a powerful cry he emptied himself into Diana tight ass, filling her with the familiar burning wetness of his seed. He held himself still as he shot, letting Diana feel his cock throbbing as he emptied his cum into her ass chute in three powerful streams of cum. Satisfied, he slowly withdrew his still half erect cock and stepped back, exhausted. Gingerly, Diana stood up and turned to face him. She instinctively assumed the position, legs apart, eyes downcast, her unbound hands clasped behind her strong back. As she did so, the fingers of one hand brushed against her still open sphincter. Diana felt the warm man cum cover her fingertips as it streamed out of her and onto the backs of her thighs. God, she thought, I look like a whore, I feel like a Whore, and now I’ve acted like a whore as well. What is there left for me? I am a Whore!

“ On your knees, Whore!”

Without thought, Diana obeyed. Sinking to her knees, she raised her head, bringing her face to face with his half erect cock. Diana knew what he wanted, but she could not bring herself to do it. She hesitated until his voice rang out again.

“ Clean it, you Whore! And then thank me for allowing you the honor of having my cock inside you, you filthy infidel pig of a whore!”

Diana took his cock n one trembling hand and raised its head to her lips. She felt nothing now, just emptiness, as she brought the head of his cum and chit stained cock to her lips. But as she touched her lips to it, as she tasted its bitterness, Diana felt a sharp stirring deep inside her in the pit of her stomach. Her humiliation was turning into a masochistic arousal. As she took his cock into her mouth and sucked on its length, Diana felt that new feeling increase. With a soft “smack” she took he mouth off his cock and looked up into the cruel eyes of the Camp Commander. With a sincerity that surprised and shocked her, Diana said,

“ Thank you, Sir, for letting me feel your cock in my ass! Thank you for letting me have your cum.”

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After her performance in his office, the Commander decided to reward Diana. He allowed Diana her first meal in over twenty four hours. A guard placed a plate heaped with a dark gray mass over rice on the edge of the Commander’s desk just in front of the kneeling woman. It was no more than the usual camp fare, but it was hot, and it was filling. Diana started to fall ravenously on the plate only to be stopped by a loud “NO” from the seated man. Diana had to wait and watch as the guard who had brought the plate pulled his erect penis from his pants and offered it to her. Dutifully, Diana took him in her mouth and sucked his none too clean cock until it was red and erect. then she watched as he finished himself off, masturbating until a stream of his white cum shot out of his cock and onto the plate of food. Only after it had been topped with his salty white cum was the plate dropped on the floor in front of Diana.

“ Now you may eat. AFTER you have thanked the Brother for sharing his seed with you. You do enjoy the taste of a man’s cum, don’t you Whore?”

Diana stared at he plate before her, unable to look either man in the eye. She knew that she could not go back now. She had to convince him that she was broken, no matter how humiliating the prospect of eating this mixture was. Diana gulped and replied in a whisper so soft that the Commander had to strain to hear her.

“ Yes. I..I love the taste of a man’s cum. Thank you. Thank you for letting me taste your cum.”

As usual, Diana had been given nothing, not even a spoon, to eat with. But she was use to that by now. Gingerly, Diana dug into the steaming lentil stew and rice, expertly using the fingers of her right hand to scoop the thick wet mixture into her mouth. Seasoned by her hunger, the bland mixture tasted delicious to her even after the addition of the cum. After having nothing in her stomach for over a day but what seemed like gallons of man cum, Diana could not restrain herself. Soon she was shoveling the mixture of lentils, tomatoes, rice , and cum into her mouth with gusto. In a few moments she had emptied the plate. Beyond caring how she looked by now, Diana unselfconsciously licked her fingers clean as the Camp Commander watched the kneeling woman in amusement. Once that was done, she settled her weight back on her feet and automatically assumed the prescribed position- hands clasped behind her back, legs spread to reveal her nude, shaven cunt, leaving it totally exposed to her jailor’s eyes without even the scanty covering of her pubic hair. Diana felt strangely at peace now, after this her latest humiliation. Unbelievably, she felt a pride in the way she had sacrificed herself fro her women. But she was very glad that was over. What more, she thought, could he do to me now. The worst had to be over. Reassured by that comforting thought, Diana stared back almost serenely at the Commander sitting so confidently behind his desk. But her confidence that the worst was over was shattered by the Commander’s next words.

“ You have done well. You have begun to accept God’s will, stopped pretending that you are a warrior and begun to accept that you are nothing more than a filthy infidel whore. And you acted like that whore which you are, wallowing in your perverse need for physical pleasure. Before your capture, you were nothing more than a slave to your lusts. Now, you are a slave to the Brotherhood. It is God’s will. And it is God’s will that you share the wisdom of submitting to God’s will with other women like yourself. You shall help me strip them of their false pride. You will tell each new captive of the Brotherhood what their fate is to be at my hands. Yesterday you told me in this office that you were not a whore. Today you have accepted that you were wrong, that you are indeed a whore. A weak willed, Western whore. The Whore of the Brotherhood. That is the message that you shall give to these women that God shall placed in our hands. That you - and they- are nothing more than Whores of the Brotherhood. That they must accept that and obey their masters. You shall kneel in front of them and say exactly that. And then you shall show them the truth of your words, show them just how submissive and how much of a whore you are. Show them how no act, however filthy and degrading, is beneath you. That you take pleasure from your submission! And if you do not, if you back slide into your false pride, then you shall watch as Brother Hassan uses these women in the creative ways for which he is so feared . And you know what he is capable of, don’t you Whore. If you backslide, you shall watch as he hurts these women, And as you watch, you shall know that it is because of your false pride that they suffer. “


His words send a chill through Diana. He wanted her to lead her girls into becoming willing whores for him and his crew of rapists. She could not do that. Throughout her captivity she had fought them with all her strength and tried by her words and example to encouraged her girls to fight back as well. Now, he was trying to make her turn that resistance on its head and betray the not just the Brotherhood’s latest conquests but the women she had suffered along side of for so long. But, what choice did she have? The alternative was more suffering by those same women she was determined to protect. Diana realized that she was caught in an impossible trap. Either she broke the new women’s spirits, or she would be forced to watch as crazy Hassan broke their bodies. She could not accept either! She shook her head in denial of both these alternatives. Desperately Diana tried to find some way out. Perhaps, she thought, by offering herself. Her voice filled with anguish, Diana blurted out,

“ NO. Please! No, Sir, I cannot. I just .. cannot! I will do anything you want. I will be your Whore. I will crawl on my knees, I will suck your cock .. or ass, or that of any of your men. Take my ass! Anything you want of me! I’ll be the filthiest whore you have ever seen! But I cannot tell my woman to .. to do that.. to be your whores. I.. I just cannot! Please! Take me! And leave them alone. PLEASE! I’ll be your Whore. I’ll be your willing Whore! PLEASE! TAKE ME! DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME, BUT PLEASE DON’T HURT THE OTHERS ANY MORE!”

The Commander only stared at her, his face impassive. Then he leaned back in his chair with a disinterested expression on his face. In reality, it took al his will power to keep a triumphant smile off his face. His plan was working even better than he had anticipated. Carefully to keep a bored look on his face as he spoke, the Commander replied.:

“ Perhaps you would be of some use to us as such a willing whore. Tonight, there will be a farewell for four Jihadees, Brothers who are about to become martyrs to the Faith. Before they depart, they will be shown the rewards awaiting them in Paradise. But unlike the Houris of Paradise, your women have in most cases proven unworthy ; not only whores but reluctant whores at that. Of course, most Jihadees don’t care; they enjoy taking a Western woman, an enemy solider, against their will. But this is not as it should be. The women should give their bodies willingly. I offer you this. If you please the Jihadees tonight by giving yourself to them willingly, then I shall spare you the task of educating other woman. Provided you show the ...... enthusiasm I desire. If I have any complaints from them....“

Faced with untenable alternatives, Diana grasped desperately at the straw he had just extended.
“ Thank you , sir. I shall be their Whore tonight. I will do anything they tell me to do- no matter what it is. They will have no cause to complain about me.”

“ No, you stupid Whore, you do not grasp my words. I do not want you to simply lie there crying as they use your body. It is for you to give yourself freely to them, not for them to force or lead you. You must give yourself to them without reservation, offer them your body with enthusiasm You shall never have the purity of a Houri. You are no more than an infidel whore. Therefore, you must show the Jihadees the pleasures that a whore offers. Entice them as only a degenerate Western whore such as your self can. Dress to entice them. Dance for them as would a temptress in one of your vile Men’s Club. Stripe yourself , flaunt your naked body before them as the shameless whore that you are. Pleasure your own body as they watch. Show them the sort of filthy, perverse Whore common in your Godless society. Only then will I be satisfied.”

“ Sir? But.. I ‘v never done anything like that. I’m not a stripper! I‘ve never even been in one of THOSE clubs!”

“ The choice is yours, whore. Dance for them, give them your body freely and fully, or serve as my instrument to educate new women. Which is it to be, whore?“

Diana hesitated for a moment trying to see some way out of his trap. But there was none. Unwilling to be the cause of more torture for her fellow captives, Diana realized that she had no choice but to agree to do as the Commander demanded and perform as a stripper-whore at the Brotherhood’s club. In a low voice, she replied:

“ Yes .. yes, I’ll do as you wish. I’ll perform for them. I‘ll be your whore.”

“ You will dance for them, strip yourself naked, and then give yourself to them- all done of your own free will then?”

Dumbly, Diana nodded her head.

With that, the Commander called for a guard to remove Diana. Still unbound, Diana was escorted upstairs to the fourth floor of the disguised prison camp, the floor where the Brotherhood maintained a facsimile of an American Men’s club. This was the first time Diana had been on this floor, although she had heard whispered descriptions of the Brotherhood’s club and of what took place there from other women prisoners. She knew that it was used to give Brothers departing on suicide missions a sort of going away party which was intended to somehow give them a foretaste of the pleasures that supposedly awaited them in Paradise. But to the women POW’s it was just another excuse for rape.

As the guard fumbled with a ring of keys, trying to find the right one to open a n unmarked door off the club’s main area, Diana had a chance to look around. In contrast to the cramped, primitively furnished cells where the women were kept, this room gave an impression of luxury with its size, the plush carpeting, and the richness of its furnishings. It looked quite decadent, exactly like what Diana imagined an upscale American strip club would look like. Along the two long walls were a number of upholstered booths with large mirrors above and behind each booth. Taking up the center of the room was an elevated stage with a brass pole at one end At the other end of the stage was a metal frame from with a set of manacles dangling from the top bar. A similar frame sat on the floor behind the stage. Otherwise the room was empty. The two shorter walls were taken up by doorways. To her left was the entrance door, and to her right a series of numbered doors opened off the main room. As she looked around, something seemed missing to Diana. Then she realized that there was no bar . Of course, she thought. No alcohol, no bar. She also noted that the space in front of each booth looked strange. That there were no tables for drinks there. Just an empty space.

Once the guard got the unmarked door open, he gestured for Diana to enter. Inside she found a long, cramped room with racks running down both sides of the wall. Looking closer, she was surprised to see an extensive collection of lingerie, mostly bras and panties lining both walls. All of them looked very expensive to Diana. There were two long rows of the lingerie in various colors and styles along with matching garter belts and sets of fish net and regular stockings, enough lingerie to equip a small army of hookers Further down the racks she o saw a number of what looked like Playboy bunny outfits in various bright colors, each with the crotch area cut out. Beyond them was a space filled with cocktail dresses, all of red or black with sequins and very, very short as well as low cut. Diana remembered reading something in her orientation material about how this sort of dress was associated with prostitutes by the locals and therefore should be avoid for that reason. That memory brought a brief, ironic smile to her face. Underneath the rack on one side was a narrow shelf piled with various cosmetics, a jumble of jars, bottles , and lipstick tubes thrown one on top of another. On the floor below the other shelve were piles of women’s high heeled shoes. As she struggled to take all of this in, Diana had the momentary feeling she had wandered into a bargain sale at some upscale sex shop. All she could think of was that the Brotherhood must have cleaned out the entire stock of the local Fredrick’s of Arabia.

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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 16

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

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Our Brave Allies



As she stood there staring at the lingerie, Diana was unable to resist the temptation to touch the flimsy lingerie surrounding her. Starved of such feminine things for so long, she could not help herself. She had to feel their softness as well as feast her eyes on their bright color. Roughly, the guard shook his head and pulled her away from the lingerie, gesturing impatiently at a line of hangers at the back of each row. Each hanger was covered by a white sheet giving it a vaguely ghostly appearance. Diana stepped closer. To her surprise, she saw that each of the white shapes bore a name and a rank. By their number, she guessed that there was one here for each of the female POW’s. An empty feeling began to form in the pit of her stomach as she searched through the line of hangers for one with her name. She found it easily enough- Deans, Diana, Lieutenant colonel, US Air Force was crudely printed on the sheet covering it. Despite her attempt to control her emotions, Diana’s hands trembled a little as she lifted the sheet. Underneath was an Air Force blue formal mess jacket complete with the appropriate rank, lieutenant colonel. That was all. There was no sign of the rest of the uniform. Diana looked over the jacket closely. It was just what it looked like -a short mess jacket. It bore no manufacturer‘s label. She saw with some relief that it was not her own uniform. That was no doubt still back in Texas in storage. From the lack of a label and the odd lining, Diana guessed that it must have been made locally for the Brotherhood. Briefly, Diana wondered how the supposedly puritanical Brotherhood explained their need for a garment like this to the tailor who made it. Or to the man who had sold them all that frilly lingerie. Diana picked up another of the sheet covered hangers. This one was marked “ Lieutenant Paula Corry USN“. In it, she found the Navy’s summer weight white blouse with the proper badge of rank for a lieutenant. No skirt or pants, just the blouse. Oddly, the blouse had the front pinned back so that it could not be buttoned. In another bundle marked LT Kelly Hulton USN, Diana found a dark blue navy class “A” jacket, brass buttons and all, which also had the lapels pinned back so that the garment could not be buttoned . Puzzled, Diana looked in another six bundles. Aside from two bundles at the end with no names on them, each of which contained a one piece olive drab flight suit , Diana found only the upper half, the uniform jacket or blouse, from a women’s class “A” or dress uniform in each bundle. . There were no uniform pants or skirts in the collection, just jackets and blouses. Every service was represented here in the Brotherhood’s collection. There was the green of the Army ’s class “A“ jacket , the lightweight, white summer blouse as well as the heavier dark blue jacket of the Navy, a braid encrusted white mess jacket for the Marines, as well as the sky blue jackets of the Air Force class “A”’ uniform and Diana’s shorter, more formal, blue Mess jacket.

It took Diana a few minutes to make sense of all this. Then it suddenly became shockingly clear. The jacket, was to be what she wore tonight, to be her costume when she whored herself out to the Jihadees. This prospect angered Diana and sent a chill down her spine at the same time. She knew that a mess jacket would barely reach her waist. Worn alone, it would leave her sex and ass totally exposed. and, since it was made to be open in front, would leave her breasts exposed as well. She might as well be naked as to wear the jacket. In fact, she would have preferred plain nudity. Worn alone, the jacket was a cruel, if clever, parody of a uniform, exposing more than it concealed. It was clearly a costume meant to humiliate the woman wearing it as much as to arouse the man for whom she wore it. As she thought over the collection of uniform jackets she had found here, an odd thought struck her. For an organization as unmilitary as the Brotherhood, they had a very snobbish sense of rank in the way they used the formal mess dress jackets for field grade officers while keeping the more common class “A” uniform for the junior officers and enlisted women.

Looking down with disgust at what was obviously to be her costume for the evening, Diana began to feel an even greater dread of performing tonight. But, as Diana remained herself, she had no choice. Grimly, she picked up the white bundle bearing her name and held it to her naked chest as she turned to look through the array of lingerie. She figured that anything she wore wouldn’t stay on long , but she could not resist the opportunity of at least feeling the silky lingerie against her skin, even if for only a short while. Having had no experience in stripping, Diana forced herself to approach the problem analytically. After some quick calculations about the logistics of undressing, Diana discarded the idea of even wearing a bra. She did select a tiny pair of white thong panties, panties calculated to contrast well with the darker color of the mess jacket. To complete her outfit, Diana chose a garter belt of the same color as the thong and a set of the whorishly black fish net stockings. A pair of black “fuck-me” high heels completed the outfit.

To her relief, Diana was allowed to shower before she put on her new clothes. She stood under the tepid water for a long time, subconsciously trying to delay the moment when she donned her stripper‘s outfit. Repeatedly she soaped and scrubbed her strong, feminine body. The watching guard gave her a safety razor. Carefully she used it to shave her legs and pubic area, leaving her body smooth and hairless. When she could delay no longer, Diana turned off the shower, dried herself, and reluctantly began to dress. First she put on the white garter belt. Then she slipped on the tiny, shiny white thong panties. To her disgust, the thong simply disappeared between her ass cheeks. But, at least, it covered her sex however inadequately. Then she put on the black fish net stockings. Finally, she donned the blue jacket. The jacket was cut high, living up to its nickname of the“ bumfreezer”. In front, its bottom barely reached her belly button. Feeling behind her with her hands, Diana found that the jacket failed to cover any portion of her rounded ass cheeks. The mess jacket was designed to be worn with a ruffled white shirt under the open jacket and a floor length dark blue skirt. But worn alone, it left her as good as nude but for the scanty coverage of her throng panties. The jacket could not even be buttoned closed; it was made to be worn open with the lapels joined by a short chain.. Well, at least they did give her was a chain, thought Diana. In fact, the chain looked as if it were of real gold, about 8 inches long. It must have cost a fortune. Diana found it odd that the Brotherhood would spend so much on a costume for a POW. Shrugging her shoulders, Diana hooked the chain to the jacket and pulled, only to find that no matter how tightly she pulled on it, the jacket lapels remained a good six inches apart. As a result, the lapels barely reached her nipples. In fact, they literally bisected the half dollar size aureoles surrounding her thick nipples, allowing her nipples to pop in and out of the jacket each time she moved. If the chain was unhooked, the jacket’s lapels fell back to the outsides of her breasts, showcasing them rather than offering any covering at all. Diana reluctantly realized that once the chain was unhooked and thong was gone, she would be as good as nude. Her breasts, her freshly shaven pussy, and her ass would be all exposed to the Jihadees‘ eager eyes- and hands. Despite the number of times she had been raped, the thought made Diana blush. somehow it was more humiliating this way. As she looked at herself in the mirror, Diana’s sense of dread grew. Her legs felt weak; her stomach churned. Nevertheless, Diana grimly forced herself to finish dressing, carefully combing out her still damp brunette hair until it lay a thick wedge shape. that almost covered her ears and just touched the top of the jacket’s collar in back.

After she was dressed, Diana was escorted back to the small room on the fourth floor where she found the Commander waiting for her. He watched silently as Diana put on light make-up and a little perfume. Once she had finished, he examined her, holding her chin in one hand as he turned her face first one way and then another. “ No enough. Use more.” was his only comment. Sullenly, Diana obeyed, applying more lipstick and more mascara. Again he examined her face, and again he ordered “more’. By the time he was satisfied, Diana knew that she must look like a cheap whore, which she realized was his intent. He pointed to a bottle of bright red fingernail polish. Carefully, Diana applied a thick coat to her nails. As it dried, he had Diana unhook the chain and hold the jacket open. She instinctively assumed the position as he picked up a large bottle of perfume and sprayed it again and again on her naked torso and between her spread legs until Diana was enveloped in a cloud of perfume. When he was finally done, Diana wrinkled her nose in distaste. Great, she thought; now I smell as well as look like a cheap whore. Satisfied, the Commander nodded and motioned to Diana to follow him back into the big room. He spoke a few words to Diana’s guard. The man left the room. A moment later, the lights dimmed except for a spot light centered on the space in front of each booth. Music began to come out of the hidden speakers in the room. It was a tune Diana vaguely remembered hearing the younger airman play on their tape decks, something by Britney Spears. Seating himself at a booth, the Commander told her:

“ Now dance for me as you will for the men tonight. Entice me, show me what a shameless whore you are. Show me how eager you are to feel a man’s cock. Convince me that you are going to carry out your end of our little agreement.“

Her face blushing a bright red, Diana awkwardly began to dance. The lurid lyrics made her feel so self-conscious. Even worse was the way mirror in back of the booth reflected her own image back at her. Diana had to watch herself as she danced. It humiliated her to think that the heavily made up slut turning and swaying her half nude body in that reflection was her.

“ You are showing me nothing, Whore! This will not do. Show me how you entice a man! Seduce me! Seduce me of your free will, Whore , or see the other women suffer for your foolish pride! Strip yourself and offer your body to me like the infidel slut that you are. And do not force me to keep telling you what you must do!“

Diana blushed again as she nodded. She took a deep breath and began again. An exceptional if untrained dancer, Diana drew on that now. She forced herself to let her body go, to allow it to move with the music. Hips swaying, a false smile fixed on her face, she moved seductively in the spotlight. At first it was enough that she simply danced slowly, seductively, in front of the seated man,. He watched her intently, his eyes fixed on Diana’s nipples as they moved teasingly in and out of the cover of the jacket as he body moved with the music. But when he began to look impatient, Diana knew she had to commit herself. Then, slowly, Diana reached down with one hand to the golden chain holding the jacket half closed. She found the clasp and unhooked it, letting the jacket’s own weight pull it away from her breasts, revealing the heavy globes to him as they swayed with her dance motions, the nipples erect from rubbing against the soft lining of the jacket. Diana brought her hands up to cup her large breasts, blatantly offering them to the seated man. She caught each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze and pull on the erect nipple as she swayed to the music. Then, with her lips still fixed in a smile, she dropped her hands and bent forward at the waist to let him see her heavy breasts sway as they hung free. Diana’s mind was functioning on two levels now. On the emotional level she was deeply ashamed of what she was doing. This display repelled her. Her hands shook as she held out her breasts to him. There were tears in her eyes. But on another, purely instinctive level, Diana forced herself to function, shutting out her pride and letting her body react to the music. She let her body move seductively as she forced her lips to smile. Diana struggled to put aside her inhibitions. By sheer force of will, she made herself play the role she had to play- the role of a stripper.

As Diana watched herself in the mirror, it seemed as if she was watching someone else dancing. It did not seem possible to her that she was that woman in the mirror. That it was her smiling and shaking her breasts at that loathsome man like some slut, some cheap whore. It could not be her holding her jacket open as she danced, in front of him crudely displaying her breasts as she moved her hips in a parody of intercourse. Nor could it be her spreading her legs to offer him a glimpse of her shaven cunt. Diana ran her tongue over her full red lips. She was ashamed of what she was doing, and at the same time, fascinated by it. Fascinated, she watched herself in the mirror, watched as she slowly stripped herself of clothes, pride, and now inhabitations,

The Commander watched as well, amazed at the change which had come over the arrogant American officer. He watched as she moved to the music, watched her offering her body to him. His cock hardened. He licked his dry lips and stared at Diana’s breasts as she offered them to him. He stared hungrily at the way her breasts moved, at the silver piercing in one breast shining in the harsh light as they swayed. He watched intently as Diana turned away and bent over, exposing her round taunt ass cheeks. Legs spread, she pulled the tiny thong down her stocking clad legs and graceful stepped out of them, leaving herself nude but for the skimpy garter belt holding up the slutty black stockings and her open jacket. He held out a hand to her. Diana moved gracefully- if reluctantly- nearer and held out the crumpled thong in her hand. It felt warm and almost weightless in his hand as his fist closed around it. He held it up to his face, the intoxicating aroma of her cunt filling his nostrils as he continued to watch Diana move in time with the music.

The Commander was pleased at how completely Diana appeared to have made the transition from defiant POW to shameless whore. Nevertheless, he remained cautious, mindful of the times he had thought he had broken her will with rape and torture only to see Diana return to her defiance. He could not stop himself from rubbing his hand over his hardening cock. Aware that he was alone with Diana, he opened his pants and extracted his erect cock. He slowly stroked it as he watched Diana move before him in the spotlight. His attention centered on her heavy breasts, moving seductively as Diana swayed with the music. When she turned away from him and bent over at the waist and grabbed her taunt ass cheeks with her hands, the red finger nails vivid against her white skin. He could see the wrinkled little “O” of her asshole open for him as she pulled on her ass cheeks. His cock ached now. He could not just watch any longer. He had to feel her. He moved to he edge of the booth and spread his legs at a 45 degree angle. He held his erect cock in one hand, its head pointing almost straight up. His voice was unnaturally deep and raspy as he ordered.

“ Dance on this , you Whore!”

For a second, Diana did not understand what he wanted. Then she knew. Reluctantly, she danced closer to him until they were almost touching. He could feel the warmth from her slightly sweaty body now. The overpowering scent of her perfume enveloped him. His cock throbbed in response.

Cringing inwardly but maintaining her outward smile, Diana straddled his spread legs and began to move against him. She pressed her breasts against his face as she slowly lowered her body, moving in time with the music, dancing her way down onto his cock. Diana bit her lip as she felt the heat of his cock head pressing against her bare cunt lips. She straddled him, all her weight on her bent legs, her hands braced against her knees in an attempt to take some of the strain of her awkward position. She felt him run his cock head up and down those soft lips, searching for the warmth of her opening. Diana could feel his warm breath on her breasts as well as his cock pressing against her. She let out a slight gasp as the head of his cock found her cunt hole and entered her. She braced herself, expecting a brutal thrust, expecting it to be like the other times he had raped her. but nothing came. Then she heard his hoarse whisper.

“ “ Now , you whore. Fuck yourself on my cock!”

Diana had to struggle to keep her balance as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock an inch at a time. At the same time, she kept moving her upper body in time with the music, her breasts pressing against him as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Diana kept her hands braced against her knees while the Commander’s hands moved freely under her open mess jacket. One hand took a breast, weighing and squeezing it, then pulling roughly on the silver oak leaf- the insignia of rank that once had been such a source of pride to Diana- to painfully stretch the nipple it pierced . The other had reached around to her strong back. It ran down the sweat slick skin to her ass cheeks, searching for and then finding her still sore asshole. He thrust one finger inside her ass as she struggled to lower herself onto his cock. Diana had to bite her lip again to keep from crying out as his finger invaded her. Instead she forced herself to concentrate on capturing and milking his cock. Her strong muscles gripped his cock, pulling him deeper into her as she lowered herself onto it at he same time. Diana was giving the man she hated the fucking of his life. It was the fucking of her life as well. As much as she hated him, and as much as she detested what he was forcing her to do, Diana could not deny that she was taking pleasure from this as well. The cock filling her cunt felt so good after the brutality of her numerous rapes. Her need for satisfaction overcame her revulsion and shame at what she was doing.

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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 17

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

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IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ.

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies

Diana slowly rode the Commander’s cock, the pleasure of the fullness it provided playing against the relatively minor pain his rough hands - and teeth- were inflicting on her breasts and ass. The two began to run together, each increasing the intensity of the other. Diana could no longer keep silent as she fucked herself on the Commander’s cock. Grunts and moans poured out of her mouth as the climax build within her. She worked herself down onto his cock, lowering herself down on it and then, once his cock had hit bottom and was pressing against her womb. tightening the strong muscles of her abdomen, firmly gripping his cock with her cunt muscles as if they were a fist. Then her body slowly rose as Diana push her body up off of his cock using the power of her muscular legs. For the Commander the feeling was exquisite. Diana’s cunt muscles tightly gripped his cock, trying to hold it in place inside her while at the same time her cunt slowly rose, only reluctantly allowing his cock to escape. And when only the head of his cock was still inside her, Diana would stop and began slowly lowering herself back onto his cock. Each time she did this, a soft grunt of pleasure escaped from his lips in response. His cock was being so deliciously squeezed and pulled inside the wet, warm tightness of Diana‘s cunt that he knew he could not last much longer. For Diana, the pleasure was almost as intense. The physical pleasure she was deriving from his cock as it filled and stretched her cunt was more than enough to keep at bay the deep feelings of shame she felt about what she was doing. As she stared at the lust contoured face reflected in the mirror behind the Commander, Diana felt even more divorced from this reality. She felt as if she were outside her body looking at some complete stranger intently fucking this man she so loathed. But, at the same time, she could feel her climax approaching, feel the waves of heat filing her body as her clit rubbed over a hard cock shaft and as a phantom cock filled her cunt.

The Commander took his hand off her breast and used it to grab a hand full of Diana’s thick brunette hair. He forced her to look down, forced her to look him in the face. She stared down at him as she pressed herself down on his cock, moaning incoherently, her climax almost upon her. With his other hand, he thrust two, then three fingers as deep as he could into Diana’s ass. The pain drove her over the top. As she came. Diana’s strong feminine body shook with the intensity of her climax, a flood of her cunt’s secretions wetting the Commander’s pants. But he didn’t even feel her stream of warm liquid as he looked up into her face and came himself, gloatingly telling Diana:

“ WHORE! INFIDEL WHORE! FEEL MY COCK CUM, WOMAN! FEEL ME FILL YOU WITH MY SEED! AHHHHH! THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR.. THIS IS WHAT YOUR FATE IS... TO BE A WHORE.. MY WHORE! I FELT YOU CUM, YOU WHORE. YOU ARE A BUT WEAK WOMAN. FOR ALL YOUR PROUD WORDS, YOU CANNOT CONTROL YOUR DESIRE, CONTROL YOUR NEED FOR A MAN. YOU ARE A SHAMELESS SLUT, AREN’T YOU, WHORE? AREN’T YOU?”

Her body rested against his now. she was too exhausted by her climax to even support herself, Diana could feel the wetness of his cum spreading inside her, feel it dripping from her cunt lips and running down the insides of her legs. Now that her physical passion was spent, her entire body burned with intense shame. Choking down her sobs, Diana could only whisper her response as the tears ran down her cheeks:

“ Yes, yes.. you bastard........ You made me cum! Yes, I am weak; yes, I am a slut.. I am your whore. God, you’ve made me into your whore!“

He twisted her hair to force Diana to look him in the face before he spoke

“ Yes! You are my whore! I think that now you are ready for the Brothers tonight. Do for them as you have done for me; be their whore as you were mine, and all will be well. Fail , and see your precious women suffer the worst Hassan can do. Do you understand?”

“ Yes.. yes... damn you. I un.. understand. I’ll ... I’ll be a good little whore for them. Just like I was for you! I‘ll do everything they want!” Replied Diana bitterly between sobs.

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( Special thanks to soprano for both his advice and for letting me borrow his character- the charming Captain. Rachel “Summer” Burke USAF)


Even though the Commander had satisfied himself inside her, Diana’s “audition” was not over. Without even allowing Diana to clean herself up, the Commander ordered her onto the low stage in the center of the room. There he ordered her to dance for him. Awkwardly at first, Diana complied, slowly relaxing to allow her body to move with the music. He ordered her to move around, to use the pole positioned at one end of the stage, to dance like the whore that she was . Despite the humiliating feeling of his cum dripping out of her just fucked cunt, Diana complied, giving him the performance he wanted. Diana moved seductively across the stage, her almost nude, freshly fucked body literally radiating an animal sexiness as she shed her inhabitations and displayed herself as shamelessly as the most jaded of club dancers. Diana even went so far as to straddle and to simulate fucking herself on the shiny brass pole with her just fucked cunt leaving a slimy coat of the Commander‘s cum on the pole before she had finished. Only then was the Commander satisfied.. Only then did he allow Diana to end her performance.

Diana was kept there in the club with one guard watching her after the Camp Commander left. For most of the time, she simply sat disconcertedly in one of the booths, her mind blank, her arms hugging her legs to her chest. Eventually, a second guard entered the club and spoke to the first guard. That guard gestured for Diana to follow him. He lead her through one of the numbered doors in the far wall. There, to her surprise, Diana found a small, rather garishly decorated bedroom with a huge bed that almost filled the small room. What she was not surprised to see was that the King size bed came equipped with short lengths of chain ending in snaps at all four corners and in the center of the headboard. The guard gestured to her to sit on the bed.. Once it became clear to her that the guard did not intend to rape her, Diana took advantage of her surroundings and stretched out on the soft, luxurious bed. In a moment, she was asleep. The next thing she knew, the guard was shaking her and gesturing for her to get up.

When Diana was led back into the club, she was surprised to see that there were other POW’s there. Diana had assumed that she would have to entertain the Jihadees alone. As humiliating and painful as that prospect was, She had prepared herself for it and even preferred gang rape to the even more humiliating prospect of having other POW’s watch as she prostituted herself.

As Diana entered the big room, the first POW she saw was Sam, Marine Major Samatha MacCrossin. Even though the woman tied in a standing spread eagle in the metal frame was facing away from her, Diana instantly recognized Sam by the woman’s short, dark hair and her tall, extremely muscular figure. Unlike Diana in her mess dress jacket, Sam was nude but for a black, strapless half bra that barely contained her heavy breasts and skimpy thong panties of the same color. They did little to cover her muscular but extremely feminine body, especially since Sam had been tightly stretched into a human “X” , her hands and feet chained to the corners of the rectangular frame. As she passed, Diana saw out of the corner of her eye that Sam had been both blindfolded and gagged. From the mass of the gag which filled her mouth, Diana thought it probably was one of the penis gags the Brotherhood favored. Diana shuttered and kept her eyes fixed straight ahead. She had seen more than enough. The array of crops and whips hanging from the top of the frame holding Sam clearly indicated what Sam’s role would be in the evening’s entertainment. Diana shuttered as she thought about the whips. Perhaps, she thought, her role in tonight’s affair was not the worst one which the Commander had planned..

Beyond Sam and facing toward Diana stood three more POW’s . Diana easily identified the tall well endowed woman with long brunette hair as the Navy flyer she knew only by her callsign of Revlon. Next to her stood a tall blonde, the one woman in the camp that Diana really hated - that JAG bitch, Navy Commander Allison Kennich. Diana was ashamed to find that she was actually happy to see Kennich here. While she hated herself for taking pleasure from the mistreatment, of another POW, Diana couldn’t deny deriving satisfaction from the prospect of Kennich’s suffering. Being Navy, both these women were wearing a parody of their summer white uniform, the lightweight white blouse complete with its epaulets bearing the wearer’s rank and worn wide open with strapless white half bras barely covering their nipples, no panties, and white garter belts along with white nylons and white high heeled shoes. Beyond her stood a POW clad in Air Force Blue, a woman with flaming red hair. Diana recognized her as Burke, the new prisoners that she has seen yesterday. But was it only yesterday, wondered Diana; it seemed like an eternity ago. Diana looked closely at the redhead, trying to measure the new woman’s prospects here at the Brother’s rape camp. The first thing Diana decided was that the woman’s shoulder length red hair would no doubt attract a lot of very unwelcome attention from both guards and Jihadees. But, she decided, this red head looked strong as well as beautiful, and Diana thought that she saw a look of defiance in Burke’s face. She looked like she would fight, a quality Diana admired. Diana could not stand the POW’s who tried to make their lives more tolerable by quietly submitting to the Brothers, women like Kennich or SSGT Butrow. Diana could see the woman had the rank of captain on the shoulder of the unbuttoned blue class “A” uniform jacket she wore. The jacket was cut so that it stopped just at the top of her hip swell, leaving the red head’s shaven cunt fully exposed, and had its lapels pinned back to partially expose her pert, pale breasts. A pair of blue thong panties , dark blue nylons and black, “fuck-me” high heels made up the rest of her skimpy costume. Still new enough at this to be shy, Burke’s face was flushed and her eyes were down cast. Diana noted that the three woman had only limited use of their arms, their elbows being joined together by a short length of chain running behind their backs. Diana also noticed that in addition to the usual collars around their necks with its attendant chain leash hanging free, the three women each had leather cuffs bearing large metal rings secured around their wrists and ankles. That, Diana thought, would explain the lengths of chains she had noticed on the bed in the small room off the club.

But those three were instantly forgotten when Diana’s eyes caught sight of the two women on the club’s stage. Diana felt an empty pit open up in her stomach as she saw the nearest women. She could only see the back of the nearest of the two, a woman tied in a standing spread eagle in the metal frame on the stage. But the short blonde hair and the Air Force blue jacket could only mean that this woman must be Sheri-- Captain Sheri York. That was confirmed when Diana looked beyond the first woman and saw the face of the identically dressed, brunette haired woman tied to the brass pole at the other end of the stage facing toward the blonde. It was Beate- Captain Beate Orback. With Beate there on stage, Diana had no doubt that the blonde was Sheri, for, as Diana well knew, the Commander never separated the two. God, she thought, not them, anyone but them. The thought of having these two women watch as she whored herself cut Diana to her soul. Beate and Sheri were very special to her. They had been pilots in the squadron she had commanded so long ago, in that other, half forgotten life. The two had been captured along with her when their airfield had been over run. While the their unit commander, Diana had become both a mentor and a role model to Beate and Sheri. Diana knew the two idolized her, even going so far as to imitate her style both in the air and on the ground. For her part, Diana’s feelings for the two younger women went far beyond those normal toward subordinates, falling somewhere between the feelings of a worrying mother and a proud big sister. She couldn’t bear to have them watch as she humiliated and debased herself tonight. She just couldn’t.

The Commander jerked Diana back from her thoughts by throwing her thong panties at her and saying:

“ Yes, the Twins. You, and they, will be the entertainment for the first part of the evening. You will dance for the Brothers. You will also make your perverse love to the Twins as you dance for their entertainment. The Brothers we honor tonight wish especially to see how Western women please each other. . Then Wahlid will join you on stage. He will display the power his spear holds over infidel whores. You will assist him. Later, you will go from booth to booth and dance for the Brothers, what you infidels call a “lap dance”. When the Jihadees take their choice of women to the rooms, you may be selected. Or you may not. Through all this, you will be the perfect whore- just as you have sworn to me. If you fail in this, if you fail to satisfy any Brother’s desire, then you will watch as Hassan has his way with your precious women. Starting with the Twins!”

“ PLEASE! Please Sir, do not make me do this with Sheri and Beate. Anyone else! Let me do Kennich... or Revlon, or the new prisoner. Even poor Sam! PLEASE, anyone but them. “

“ You will do as I say, whore, or you will be the cause of terrible suffering for your women! Obey me, you accursed Whore!”

Trapped, unable to see any way out, Diana had no choice but to agree. After all she had gone through, she could not throw it all away now by refusing. That would only condemn the other POW‘s, especially the Twins, to Hassan’s crazed brutalities. Crushed, her eyes downcast, Diana could only stammer out:

“ Yes.. yes, of course I will do as you say, Commander. I will be a good whore. I... I’m sorry I spoke.. Please don’t.........”

“ SILENCE, WHORE! You as you have been told. Dance for them as you danced for me. Make your evil, perverse form of love to your precious Twins. And, since you have expressed such desire for the Kennich woman, for the whore you call Revlon, for Captain Burke, and for your friend Major Mac, you will also amuse the Brothers by making your vile form of love to them as well. For the amusement of the Brothers. Do you understand, Whore?”

“ Yes..... yes, I understand, Sir.”

“ Good! Then clean yourself up whore. Then put on more makeup and put the rest of your costume on. Be on that stage in 5 minutes. No talking to the other women while you are on stage! Is that clear as well?”

“ Yes, Sir.”
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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 18

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

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Diana stood silently on the stage halfway between Sheri and Beate as the Commander greeted the four Jihadees in Arabic and made his formal offer of hospitality. Though she felt ashamed to meet their eyes, Diana tried to let them know that everything would be alright with reassuring glances, even though Diana was far from sure in her heart that such would be the case. The twins replied with sympathetic looks and , in Beate’s case, a silently mouthed “its OK”. Despite her embarrassment and her sympathy for the two Captains, Diana could not keep her eyes off their exposed bodies. Knowing that in a short time she would be making love to both the younger women whether she wished it or not, Diana began to think of Beate and Sheri in a different way, or perhaps began to think openly of desires she had previously suppressed. Diana tried to rationalize this desire by telling herself that she would comfort them, that it was better that she made love to them rather than to see them raped and tortured by Hassan. But Diana could not deny to herself the physical excitement she felt at the prospect of making love to Beate and Sheri..

. Beate had been tied with her back to the pole. Her arms had been tied high above her head. This pulled back Beate’s class “A” blue jacket to fully expose her large breast cones, cones topped by perfect little finger size, red nipples. Below her exposed breasts were two loops of rope encircling both her stomach and the brass pole. Below the rough hemp rope, framed by a pale blue garter belt holding up dark blue nylon stockings Beate smooth shaven vagina was clearly visible to Diana, its pale red inner lips exposed to Diana’s stare. Beate’s feet, clad in black, “ fuck-me” high heels. were spread shoulder width apart by a metal bar secured at her ankles. Ashamed of the feeling that were filling her mind but unable to get them out of her mind, Diana had to struggle to tear her eyes away from Beate’s nude body. But when she did so, her eyes were instantly drawn to the equally inviting nude body of Beate’s blonde Twin- Sheri.

Sheri had been tied in the metal frame set at the opposite end of the stage. Her hands and feet had been each been chained to a corner of the square frame, cruelly stretching Sheri into a painfully severe standing spread eagle. She was identically and erotically clad in an open Air Force class “A” jacket worn over blue garter belt and nylons. with black high heels. It was clear to Diana that Sheri was clearly in pain, her body stretched and held in the corners of the square metal frame by the chains securing her feet and hands. The chains held Sheri fast in the center of their steel web, painfully stretching her strong body almost beyond human endurance while at the same time the arch of her stretched body was thrusting her full, perfect breasts out so invitingly toward Diana. Diana could not help staring at those enticing breasts. Nor could she help wondering what they would feel like in her hands or noticing how the pale, sweat shiny skin of Sheri’s torso contrasted so vividly with her blood red, heavily lipsticked mouth and her red, erect nipples. The sight of Sheri’s obvious pain and of her lush nude body combined in its effect on Diana. She wanted so much to comfort Sheri, to take her into her arms and protect her. But, at the same time, she also wanted to lick the sweat from Sheri’s soft breasts and to taste those hard, blood red nipples. Sheri’s body was so lovely, so soft and so smooth, so warm- so unlike the hard, hairy male bodies of the Brothers that had raped her again and again. Diana was drawn irresistibly to Sheri even as she told herself that this was wrong, that what she was about to do would make Sheri hate and despise her. But, Diana knew that she would do it, both because she had to and because she wanted to. Diana licked her lips as she waited nervously for the Commander to signal to begin.

But the Commander was apparently in no hurry. Diana watched from her vantage point on the stage, which stood about three feet above the room’s floor, as he greeted each of the Jihadees. Diana was surprised at how young they all looked. They hardly seemed more than teenagers. But, as she knew from her experiences in the camp, the young ones were often the most cruel. The Commander led the four Jihadees to the three POW’s lined up waiting by the middle booth. He had each woman kneel before the grinning Jihadees, bow their heads, and speak their names. Revlon, Summer, and Allison. Then he led the four men to Sam. Though Diana could not understand his words, she could see him gesture first at the assortment of whips and crops hanging from the frame holding the big Marine Major and then at Sam‘s strong, smooth back. His invitation was clear. Next, the Commander led the men to the foot of the stage. He gestured at Sheri, at Diana , and then at Beate as he addressed a stream of Arabic at his guests. Then he snapped:

“ WHORES! Each of you will speak your first name. No ranks. First name only!”

Their responses were a telling indication of the emotional state of each woman, a strong, if resigned “Diana”, followed by a defiant “Beate”, and a low, pain filled “ Sheri”.

With the formalities out of the way, loud music began. It was all American music, a mishmash of pop tunes , some were old, some Diana assumed to be new since she had never heard them before. Diana took a deep breath and began to dance. She let her body go, imaging that she was dancing for Sheri and Beate rather than for the leering men. Three of the four Jihadees had settled into booths on one side of the room and were watching her. Two men occupied one both. The third man sat in a separate booth. Each man had a POW kneeling in front of them, the woman‘s leash in one hand or draped over his lap. The fourth man was standing behind Sam, looking over the collection of whips surrounding her bound form. He did not appear to be very interested in Diana. All his attention appeared to be centered on Sam‘s almost nude body. He walked slowly around her, running his hands over the big woman’s bare back and midriff as he progressed. . Diana watched the blindfolded Sam arch her back and hold her breath as the man stood in front of her, one of his fingers tracing lightly over her skin from belly button to the clasp of the bra resting in the deep cleavage between Sam’s breasts. Diana saw Sam shake her head “NO” as the slight young man, the top of whose head barely came up to Sam’s chin, grasp the bra in one hand and then with a single violent jerk ripped the flimsy black bra off Sam. He lifted one of her full, bare breasts in each of his hands. He just stood there, fascinated, weighing her heavy breasts in his hands, feasting his eyes upon Sam’s half nude form.

Diana turned away, trying to put Sam’s sad situation out of her mind so that she could concentrate on dancing. She knew that she had to be careful. She had seen the Commander there in the shadows watching her. Diana closed her eyes and tried to see the music. But what she saw in her mind’s eye was Sheri- nude, bound, and vulnerable. Diana reached down with one hand and unhooked the chain which - barely- held her mess jacket closed, allowing the jacket to swing open as she moved with the music. Now Diana’s full breasts were fully exposed, swaying freely as she danced across the stage. Brazenly, She face the booth with the two Jihadees , spread her legs and began to caress herself between her legs, a false smile fixed on her face. Then she turned and bent at the waist as she peeled the white thong panties down to her mid thigh, giving the watching men a good view of the slightly open “O” of her ass hole, the permanent result of her repeated anal rapes. Looking back at the men over her shoulder, Diana then pushed her thong down further until she could step out of it, leaving the shiny garment there on the stage floor. Feeling very self-conscious about performing like this in front of Sheri and Beate, Diana nevertheless did her best to arouse the watching men, moving her body like a whore in heat while at the same time taking care to keep the smile fixed on her face. Body moving, breasts swaying, Diana turned to face the men sitting in the booths. She saw that each of the three men had a POW kneeling like a pet dog between his spread legs. The women were facing out toward the stage, toward her. From her vantage point looking down on the three kneeling women, all Diana could see of Revlon and the redhead, Burke, was their hair hanging over their downcast faces as they knelt on the floor, apparently unwilling to watch Diana’s humiliation. That was not the case with the third woman, Lieutenant Commander Kennich. The blonde JAG officer was staring up at her, an expression of smug satisfaction on her face. She was obviously enjoying Diana’s humiliation. As Diana danced she saw one of the men grab Revlon’s long dark hair and use it to force her to watch as Diana invitingly stroked her own breasts and the vee of her open legs. Diana caught a glimpse of Revlon’s pale face against the darkness, an expression of disgust obvious on it. Suddenly ashamed, Diana turned away and began dancing in front of the Jihadee sitting alone. What she did not see from her vantage point was that each of the Jihadees had freed their erect cocks from their pants and were languidly stroking them as they watched her perform. As they did so, they rubbed the heads of their cocks against the POWs freshly washed hair, savoring the softness of the women’s hair against their cock heads as they stroked their hardness. Reassured by the knowledge that they would have plenty of time this night to savor the hot feel of these infidel women‘s mouths around their cocks, they were content for the moment to watch the fascinating spectacle of a Western infidel, a senior officer in their hated enemy‘s Air Force, shamelessly display herself before them.

As she danced, Diana glanced to her right toward the frame where Sam was bound. What she saw sent a chill through her. The muscular female Marine stood there helpless, bound in a standing spread eagle, a spotlight highlighting every inch of her half nude, sweat shiny body. The slight young Jihadee was pacing just outside the circle of light centered on Sam, walking around and around the taller, more muscular female like a hungry tiger circling its prey. In his right hand, he held a black riding crop. Blindfolded, Sam had no way of knowing when- or where- the next blow would fall. Her body remained rigid, every one of her massive muscle groups tensed and clearly visible under the harsh lights. Every step or two, the young man would pause and suddenly whirl and strike somewhere different on Sam’s nude torso with the leather crop. Sam’s muscular torso was already marked with overlapping stripes that blazed a vivid red against her pale skin. He appeared to Diana to be concentrating on Sam’s flat stomach, breasts, and back since the tiny thong was still in place over Sam’s shaven cunt, and her legs were unmarked. As Diana watched in horror, the young man suddenly whirled and struck at Sam’s left breast with his crop, burying its leather tip in the meaty flesh of her breast. As Sam’s head went back in a silent scream, Diana turned away, unwilling to watch any more.

Diana forced the smile back onto her lips and open her legs invitingly as she looked down at the Jihadees in the booths, her right hand creasing her breast as her left hand moved between her legs. As she ran her hands over her body, Diana caught sight of the Commander as he moved into the light and nodded his head toward Beate. Obediently if reluctantly, Diana swayed toward the young woman bound to the pole. Now was the moment she had been dreading. Diana feared the contempt, the loathing, that she was about to see from Beate, but she had no choice. She had to obey for their sake. Diana stopped inches in front of the bound female Captain and leaned toward her. Her heavy breasts brushed against Beate’s, sending an electric shock through Diana. She ran her hands inside Beate’s uniform jacket, feeling Beate’s skin warm against her palms. She leaned her cheek against Beate’s while still avoiding looking in the other woman‘s eyes. Beate’s scent - a heady mixture of the other woman’s sweat and perfume- enveloped Diana, making her feel a little light headed as she whispered into Beate’s ear.

“ I.. I’m sorry. I have to do this. I haven’t a choice. I have to do this, or they will do something terrible to us all. Please, relax and go along with me. I .. I won’t hurt you like they do.”

AS she pulled back, Diana caught a glimpse of the Commander watching her. Quickly Diana turned her face and planted and open mouthed kiss on the surprised Beate. Diana felt Beate stiffen as their tongues met. Then the younger woman’s body lost it rigidity. Her tongue met Diana’s, and the two tongues briefly dueled. As she broke the kiss with Beate, Diana heard cheering from the watching Jihadees. Diana blushed in embarrassment, but remembering the Commander’s words, realized that lesbianism was what they wanted to see and , thus, what the Commander demanded she deliver. Diana knew that to do otherwise, would be to court one of the Camp Commander’s rare, but terrible psychotic rages and all that meant in pain and suffering for herself and, more importantly, for the other women. Even though the knowledge that these terrible men were watching made this seem so .. so sordid, Diana nevertheless continued, dropping her head and capturing one of Beate’s exposed nipples in her mouth. Gently she pulled on the thick morsel with her teeth while her tongue batted it from side to side. At the same time, Diana’s hand moved down to the junction of Beate’s spread legs . Her fingers moved up the side of one warm thigh to Beate’s pussy. Gently, Diana began to run her fingers over Beate’s cunt lips as she sucked on the woman’s nipple. Even now, amidst the humiliating jeers and shouts of the men, Diana could not help but notice how soft. the other woman’s sex felt under her fingers. As Beate arched her back and moaned, Diana’s mouth moved from one nipple to the other as her fingers became bolder and began to thrust gently passed the soft wet cunt lips into Beate‘s cunt channel. Beate grunted softly and began to hump her cunt against Diana hand, trying to force Diana’s teasing fingers even deeper inside her. Diana’s mouth left her nipples as she raised her head to look Beate in the face. As Diana’s two fingers thrust deeper into Beate, the two women stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before their lips met again in a hard kiss. For Diana everything around them seemed to fade into the background as they kissed. The softness of Beate’s lips, the warm wetness of her mouth, the hot tongue dueling with her own was all she thought about. She could feel her own cunt growing wet as at the same time as her fingers felt the wetness begun to flow from Beate’s cunt.

Diana’s body seemed to move of its own violation as she straddled one of Beate’s legs and began to slide her clit up and down the soft, sweat slick flesh of Beate’s leg, moving in time with the pulsating music, her breasts pressed against Beate‘s firm, warm breasts. . Still finger fucking Beate, a woman who was her subordinate, Diana broke their kiss and held her face a few inches from Beate’s panting lips. Diana looked into the younger woman’s eyes , felt her breath on her cheeks, as she continued to hump her clitoris against Beate’s leg. Her voice low and husky , Diana whispered,

“ God, I’m sorry, Beate. I know this is wrong. But.. we have to do it. For Sheri! “

“ I’m not sorry , Ma’am. And you shouldn’t be. I want this. I.. I love you. Sheri and I both do!”

Diana was stunned by Beate’s words. After fearing that they would despise her for bending to the Commander’s will, Beate’s declaration was so unexpected that Diana could not respond to it . She could only stare, open mouthed in amazement, into Beate’s wide blue eyes before stammering a belated,

” I love both of you too. But I never wanted it to come out like ..”

“ Hush, Ma,am. I know. But there’s nothing we can do about it, is there. Let’s just take what we can while we can whether the bastards are watching or not! Forget about them; fuck me, make me cum.”

With a moan, Diana pressed her nude breasts hard against Beate’s . Her lips locked against the other woman’s and her tongue thrust deep within, feverishly dueling with Beate’s wet, snake like tongue. Diana thrust another finger into Beate’s open wet cunt and twisted her hand around so that the base of her thumb pressed against the other woman’s erect clitoris. Diana fucked Beate with her fingers, using them like a cock, thrusting and withdrawing. At the same time, Diana squeezed one of Beate’s well muscled legs between her own two legs, humping her own clit against the other woman’s smooth skin. The two of them ignored the watching Arabs, too intent on pleasuring each other to care about the obscene show they were putting on. Even Sheri was forgotten as the two of them fucked each other, their hot, sweaty bodies moving against each other, their cunts on fire.

If they had forgotten about the watchers, the Brothers had not forgotten about them. The men’s eyes were locked onto Diana and Beate. The other female POWs, their girl toys, knelt in the required position by their feet totally ignored. With one exception.. One Jihadee’s attention remained centered on the muscular, whip striped body of the big Marine Major. Ignoring the show Diana and Beate were putting on , he concentrated on whipping the bound body of the big female Marine Major. Her belly, back, buttocks, and thighs were already covered in overlapping red stripes by now. Only in two areas was the soft white skin left unmarked- Sam’s large breasts and her shaven cunt. While the others watched as Diana thrust her fingers deeper into Beate’s sloppy wet cunt, the young Jihadee shifted his aim. He drew back his arm and carefully aimed the tip of his crop at Sam’s left breast. Its end sank into he soft, sweaty flesh of her breasts with a loud “whamp!” , making Sam’s bound body arch as she pulled with all her considerable strength against the ropes holding her. Her scream of pain was loud enough to momentarily distract the other Jihadees, thought Diana and Beate were too absorbed in their lovemaking to notice.

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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 19

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies

The Commander stepped out of the shadows where he had been watching. Standing beside the stage, he pointed up at the two women and spoke in Arabic in a booming voice to the watching Jihadees .

“ Look upon the abominations before you, my brothers! See the infidels unnatural acts, their disobedience to God‘s word, our laws. This is the evil that must be destroyed! These infidel women refuse to recognize the superiority of men established by God. They wish to be men, to do everything that God has reserved for men- to be warriors, even to mate with each other. THEY MUST BE PUNISHED FOR THIS! And, my brothers, that is what you shall do tonight. As I told you when I welcomed you here, these women are slaves, infidels taken in battle against those who fought against the true Faith. They are ours to use as we wish. Here they service the Brotherhood with their bodies. They are whores, nothing more. But they are also here to be punished for their violations of our law and for their false pride. You shall punish them and teach them their true place. Have no mercy for these women, for as slaves and infidels they are not protected by our laws. They are yours to do with as you will. Rape them in every hole in their bodies, whip them, use them as you wish to satisfy your needs. Take your vengeance upon them for all the infidels have done to you. For these women are no innocents; they are your enemies, now your slaves. They are members of our the great Satan’s military- their cursed Air Force and Navy. Even a member of their famous Marine Corp is here to serve you with her body. And to show you how to treat these infidel whores, without false mercy or hesitation, for raping and punishing them is a righteous act, is our Brother Wahlid, He will act as your guide. He will punish the blonde infidel there on the stage- once an arrogant pilot who killed many of our brothers. And then you shall punish the others. Hold nothign back. God willing, only a day from now you shall sacrifice yourselves for our cause. For that sacrifice, you shall gain Paradise. There you shall be attended by worthy virgins, not whores like these infidels. These infidel whores are only a pale shadow of the delights that await you. But use them freely. Do as you will with them. ”

Without pause, he switched to English and continued, his words directed at the POWs now. ” You infidels are shameless whores, slaves of your own perverse sexual pleasure, members of a Godless society which knows nothing beyond the pleasures of the flesh.. For that, you must - and shall- be punished. But You must also be punished for your heresy in trying to act as men. You must be taught the proper role for a woman, taught about a woman’s duty. You will learn God’s will by learning to submit to a man. And submit you will!. Tonight you shall experience the power of the Faithful, the Godly. The Blonde one- a pilot who has killed many of the Faithful- shall feel the Spear of the Faithful fill her. She shall experience what a man can do, not the pitiful travesty where two whores try to satisfy each other without a man. “ The Commander paused for a moment, and then continued, his eyes fixed on Diana as he spoke. “ See the blonde infidel feel the power of the Faithful. Watch Brother Wahlid take her. See his power and fear it! Learn from it! Learn the power of a man of the Faith and compare it to the pathetic attempts of those two infidel women to satisfy each other. See for yourselves how the Brotherhood treats such women . For your men - the infidel men of the Crusaders- are weak. Not only do they send women to fight for them, but they cannot even satisfy their own women. Unable to find a man with the power of Wahlid among the infidels, you women have become abominations, pretending to be men and mounting other women using false cocks. You shall see tonight the fate of such abominations. Tonight you shall see the mighty punishment visited upon such as these. Watch and learn. And learn the futility of resistance as well. Many of you have admired the futile attempts of the woman Deans to resist us. Tonight you shall see your mighty Colonel Deans as she really is. . Watch her as she is the Brothers’ their willing whore! Watch her as she shows you what a shameless whore she really she. See how she enjoys debasing herself before us. Watch and learn form her as she shows you the proper way for an infidel whore to serve her Masters. ”

As he finished speaking, Wahlid entered the club and came to the side of the Commander. As Diana watched, the Commander whispered a few words into Wahlid’s ear and gestured toward the stage. The big man nodded and climbed onto the stage. Diana froze, her body tense, her legs still straddling Beate’s leg as she watched him from the corner of her eye. Diana let out a loud yelp as she felt a hand close over her ankle. Looking down, she saw the Commander staring up at her. He threw a tangle of something at her which she instinctively caught. she stared down at the bundle in her hand. Though she had never handled one before, it was clear to her what it was. A dildo, a long black dildo made of some kind of plastic and perhaps eight inches in length and no more than two in girth, mounted in a leather harness designed to be worn around the waist and secured by two straps running between her legs.

“ Remember our bargain, Whore! Do as I say; do you understand? Put that on, whore!. I am going to make you what you had always wished to be- a man. Not much of a man, but enough for my purposes. You will show the Brothers the depth of the perversity of you Western infidels. You will mate with the dark haired whore Orbach while Wahlid takes the blonde one with his spear of the Faith. He shall take the blonde as God wills a woman to be taken, while you shall fuck this whore with a false cock, as false as the Godless life you have led, you filthy infidel whore. We shall see how pathetically you perform compared to Wahlid’s magnificent manhood, his mighty spear of the Faith. Obey me now, or prepare yourself to watch as Hassan has his way with both Orbach and York.”

Diana held the dildo up to her face, trying figure out how to wear it. She saw that the dildo itself was mounted on a roughly triangular piece of thick leather, the base of which fitted over her clit and was covered with pointy, almost tack like, metal studs. the studs were mounted on both sides of the leather around the base of the dildo. Attached to the base of the leather triangle were two straps with the other ends of the straps dangling loose and bearing a snap link. Awkwardly, Diana struggled into the harness. She cinched the belt tight around her waist and then bent over to feed the two straps between her legs while she used her other hand to captured the loose ends and , after some struggle, snap them into “D” rings on the back of the belt. Diana grimaced as she snapped the second strap into place. The sharp points of the many metal studs on the back of the point of the leather triangle were now rubbing against her erect clit and the top of her sex like so many little needles. Every movement was painful. At least, Diana thought, those things will keep their cocks out of my cunt. But, while the base of the triangle blocked access to her cunt, Diana was uncomfortably aware of the vulnerability of her asshole- the Brothers’ favorite target- as the strap running from the base of the triangle though her legs and up to the belt left plenty of access to the tiny star of her sphincter. She looked down to see a long black cock jutting obscenely from between her legs. At the Commander’s orders, Diana next stripped off her mess jacket and faced the watching Jihadees nude now but for stockings and high heels. He made her stand there feet apart, hands behind her back, her back straight, thrusting out her breasts, the black dildo jutting obscenely from the apex of her long legs. She felt like a freak as she unwillingly displayed herself to the jeering Arabs. As she stood there on display, looking - and feeling- like a cheap whore displaying her self to attract customers, Diana could not stop her face from blushing a bright red in her intense embarrassment.

The Commander barked another order, one sending Wahlid lumbering toward Sheri. Diana could do nothing but stand there feeling totally helpless as she watched out of the corner of her eye as Wahlid prepared to rape Sheri. Nor, bound as she was in a standing spread eagle within the rectangular metal frame at the opposite end of the stage, could Sheri do anything to defend herself from her rapist. Sheri could only watch in horror as the muscular Arab stood in front of her and casually stripped himself, revealing his hairy, heavy set body with its grotesquely thick cock. that cock was still only half erect, but already showed mere than eight of the twelve inches his erect cock measured. Casually, he bent over and picked up from the stage floor the tiny pair of throng panties Diana had earlier discarded during her dance. Turning his back on Diana, he positioned himself between Sheri’s widely spread legs. He smiled as he draped the throng panties over the head of his cock , wrapping the trailing ends around the thick girth of his cock to hold it in place. He bushed back Sheri’s blue uniform jacket and ran his hands over the bound Blonde’s pert breasts, cupping them in his hands before capturing each of Sheri’s thick nipples between a thumb and forefinger and brutally crushing them. Smiling. he twisted her nipples, slowly pulling them further away from Sheri’s body until her breasts had been stretched to half again their normal length. Only then did he drew the reaction he sought from the tight lipped Sheri. The choked groan which escaped from Sheri’s lips giving him what he had been seeking. His cock gave a jerk when she groaned, noticeably hardening as it slowly grew in length. Having made his point, he ran his hands down the soft, sweat slick skin of Sheri’s stomach to the treasure waiting for him at the junction of her legs. Grinning widely now, he roughly spread Sheri’s cunt lips with the meaty fingers of one hand as he used his other hand to brutally squeeze his cock, the pain he inflicted upon himself causing his cock to grow into its full twelve inch length. Then, careless of Sheri’s pain, he positioned the oversize head of his cock against the tiny opening to Sheri’s cunt and thrust brutally into her. With one powerful thrust he sank his huge cock half its length inside the struggling blonde pilot, Diana’s panties still draped over his cock head. Sheri groaned as his huge cock suddenly filled her, her strong body involuntarily arching in response to her sudden impalement, the muscles of her strong arms and legs tightening in futile struggle against him. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a strangled scream. The force of his thrust made Sheri’s breasts bob invitingly in Wahlid’s face. Instinctively, he bite at her left breast, capturing and holding the thick red nipple in his teeth. Like a dog with a bone, he shook his head, making her breast wobble back and forth. He pulled his head back, stretching her breast cruelly until her stretched nipple finally slipped from between his teeth and he lost possession of her nipple. Through it all, he keep forcing his cock deeper into her cunt, using short, abrupt thrusts of his hips to force his way inside her.

Even now, despite the many rapes she had endured, Sheri was unable to take the full length of Whalid’s cock without suffering great pain. No woman could. To Sheri‘s tortured mind, it felt as if a baseball bat had just been rammed up her cunt. If her cunt had not already been wet from watching Diana making love to Beate, he would undoubtedly have torn her apart with the sudden impalement. As her body struggled to accommodate his huge cock, Sheri stared pleadingly over Wahlid’s shoulder at Diana and Beate, her eyes silently begging them for help. But there was nothing either could do even if they had seen her gesture. But at that moment, neither had eyes for anything but each other.

Their eyes locked, Diana stood between Beate’s legs, preparing to fuck her subordinate with the dildo obscenely jutting from her hips. Though that hard cold dildo may have looked tiny compared to Wahlid’s fleshy battering ram, it was significantly larger and longer than the fingers she had used to fuck Beate- and surrounded as it was at its base with sharp metal studs, a dangerous instrument to use used around something so sensitive as a woman‘s sex. Metal studs, mounted on both sides of the leather piece holding the base of the dildo, threatened both wearer and fuckee equally. Diana was very careful to slowly feed the dildo into Beate’s cunt as gently as she could and to leave a wide separation between Beate’s vulnerable cunt lips and the sharp points surrounding the dildo. Despite her care, the cold metal studs mounted on the inside pressed painfully against Diana’s sensitive sex, each time she thrust the dildo forward, the cold, pointy metal studs pricked her erect clitoris, making Diana moan each time she pushed the artificial cock deeper into Beate‘s wet, willing cunt. Urged on by Beate’s calls of “ Deeper.. give me more!” , Diana ignored the pain and steadily pushed the dildo deeper into the other woman. She stood erect between Beate’s open legs, her hands gripping the other woman’s hips and slowly, steadily slide the hard plastic dildo in and out of Beate’s bucking cunt. With her hands tied above her head and her legs also spread and tied, Beate could do little to help Diana, but she continued to urge Diana on, using the most vulgar and explicit terms.

“ Yes.. UM.. Good! More, give me more, Ma”am! Deeper! Fuck me harder, Diana! FUCK ME! FUCK MY FUCKIN CUNT....Ahaa! YES, GIVE IT TO ME GOOD... MORE.. HARDER.. MAKE ME CUM!”

Embarrassed enough by the dildo and the watchers, Diana was appalled by the crudeness of the younger woman’s words. But they aroused her nevertheless. Diana pressed the plastic cock harder and deeper into Beate’s cunt, ignoring the pain she felt from the metal studs pressing into her own aroused clit as she did so. Diana leaned closer to Beate, Her sweat slick breasts were pressed against Beate’s smaller pair, her lips closing over the other woman’s open mouth, her tongue dueling frantically with Beate’s. She steadily fucked Beate, her hips moving madly against Beate’s, their warm, sweat slick bodies pressed together as they moaned into each other’s mouth, sharing the same air, and totally oblivious to the watching men. Oblivious as well to what was happening to Sheri only a few feet away.

Behind Diana’s back, unseen by Diana or Beate, a totally different scene unfolded. Spread eagle in the metal frame, trapped like a fly in a spider web, Sheri was being tortured by Wahlid‘s cock. Wielding his cock as a weapon, Wahlid brutally battered Sheri into submission. Slowly but relentlessly, he impaled the struggling woman with the full length of his oversize cock. As Sheri struggled futilely to escape her impalement, the long muscles in her strong arms and legs bulging under her pale, sweat shiny skin as she struggled, Wahlid forced his cock deeper and deeper into the bound Blonde’s cunt until it could go no further, until his wiry, black cock hair was pressed flat against her spread cunt lips and the head of his cock rested against Sheri’s womb. For a long moment he held it there, its obscene length forcing Sheri up onto her tip toes as she struggled to accommodate the sheer size of his monster cock. The sweat poured out of her body, running in streams down the pale skin pf her half nude body. Sheri turned her agonized face down towards Wahlid’s grinning visage. Her mouth was open, but Sheri was unable to speak. Consumed by the agony of her impalement , the breath driven form her lungs by the force of his cock thrusts, she could only use her eyes to plead silently for mercy. But there was no mercy in him. Only when he had inflicted as much agony as he could, did Wahlid began to slowly withdraw his cock from her, finally allowing Sheri the opportunity to take a deep breath. Once she had filled her lungs, Sheri let go with a low, desperate moan. to the watching men, Wahlid’s cock seem to grow as more and more of its length slithered like a big snake out of Sheri’s stuffed cunt. Fascinated , the Jihadees collectively moved out of their seats to stand around the stage, marveling at the size, the sheer length of Wahlid’s cock as it stretched from his ball sack to the stretched “O” of the opening to Sheri‘s cunt. They were amazed that this woman was able to take a cock of such size. When he had about two thirds of its length outside Sheri, Wahlid stopped. He waited for a moment until Sheri sensed what was coming next and looked pleadingly into his face. Her open blue eyes were drawn irresistibly to his dark, cruel eyes and held there. Only then did Wahlid suddenly thrust the entire length of his cock back inside Sheri using all the power of his thickset body. His cock filled her, traveling like a shock wave up her body. The physical sensation filled her, then overwhelmed her. When the head of his cock battered against the entrance to her womb, Sheri felt as if she had just been hit in the gut with a sledge hammer. It staggered her, driving the air from her lungs. Unable to scream, unable to even draw a breath, Sheri could only wither in agony on the end of his cock , her toes barely touching the stage floor.

The watching Jihadees surrounding the stage began to chant, urging Wahlid on , urging him to thrust harder, to impale the infidel whore on his cock until its head comes out her mouth. They forgot all about the kneeling POWs now in their fascination with the events unfolding on stage. Their initial shyness gone, the Jihadees began to lean forward now in order to be able to run their hands over the firm, sweat slick flesh of Sheri’s, or Diana’s , or Beate’s legs, as they stared at the twin impalements taking place on stage. Even the Jihadee whipping Sam was drawn to the scene onstage. He finally stopped using his cane on her, leaving Sam panting and covered in sweat, her muscular but intensely feminine body marked with an overlapping patchwork of muddy red stripes which covered every portion of her nude body between her knees and her neck- back, thighs, stomach, both breasts, even her shaven cunt. His attention had been drawn to the twin fucks on stage as well. But instead of joining his companion’s at the edge of the stage, he stepped behind Sam‘s bound form. Using a box to stand on, he positioned himself behind the taller woman, his cock just level with Sam’s waiting , vulnerable asshole. The young man put one hand over Sam’s broad shoulders to steady himself as he used the other one to guide his erect cock into the sweat slick crease between Sam’s hard, round asscheeks. The exhausted, still blindfolded woman offered no resistance when he pressed the head of his cock against the open “O” of her much abused sphincter . Sam only stirred as he sank the length of his cock deep into her still tight asshole, but it was too late then. He pressed himself against her broad back, both his hands coming around her to find and squeeze Sam’s large, whip stripped breasts. She winced and moaned as his hands closed around the bruised, sensitive meat of her breasts, but there was nothing she could do to resist him. Safely mounted and with her twin pain globes to use for handholds, the young man then directed his attention toward the stage. As his cock moved slowly in and out , he stared at the events unfolding there.

The young JIhadee watched as Wahlid brutally and relentlessly impaled Sheri with his monster cock. He watched in fascination as Wahlid relentlessly fucked the fight out of the young female pilot, steadily pounding into her with his cock until he had reduced that strong young woman to a limp rag doll dangling in her bonds. Until he had literally beat Sheri into submission with his cock. Aroused by what Wahlid was doing to Sheri, the young Jihadee steadily increased the power of his thrusts into Sam’s asshole until he was slamming into the big female Marine with as much force as Wahlid was using against Sheri. Mirroring each other’s suffering, both women’s bodies shook from the force of the two men’s cock thrusts- one into Sam’s ass and the other into Sheri’s cruelly stretched cunt. The young Jahidee’s eye was drawn to his right to where Diana was rutting into Beate in what seemed to him to be a weak parody of Wahlid’s - or his own- passion. Before him he had two women moving as one in a voluntary union, each pleasuring the other. It was an act of passion not rape. What he saw was an abomination, an unnatural act, To his mind, steeped as it was culturally and religiously in the need for male dominance, there was no question of criminal nature of lesbianism . Everything he had been taught told him that sex was not about love, but about power. The power of a man over a woman. To see two women share that power, to see two women who did not need a man to achieve satisfaction, was to him the most unnatural and hateful act possible, and one deserving of the harshest punishment. An act certainly far more hateful than hi s own brutal rape of the bound female infidel‘s ass. to the Brothers, rape, when inflicted upon an infidel such as these, was a proper, even worthy act of Faith. That was especially so when the woman was an enemy warrior. He knew that these infidel whores certainly deserved punishment. They had violated the proper order of things by challenging the dominance of men both as fighters and , with Diana and Beate, as lovers. They deserved a severe punishment, one like the punishment he was administering to the muscular female Marine by so vigorously sodomizing her. Determined to do his part in punishing these infidels, the young man thrust even harder into Sam’s open asshole, the power of his thrust forcing a low moan from Sam’s tightly compressed lips. Unable to see, her mind confused by the strange sounds filling her ears, Sam’s entire universe had by now shrunk to little more than the burning impalement of her ass. She felt as if she were going mad from the burning pain as he penetrated her. But even this was not enough for the Jihadee. He was filled with an intense hatred for this American woman and with a corresponding desire to inflict as much pain upon her as he could. He moved his left hand downward to find the big Marine’s little finger size clit. Trapping it between his thumb and forefinger, he began to twist and crush the whip bruised nub, by now swollen to the size of his little finger and extremely sensitive. At the same time, he treated the thick nipple of Sam’s right breast to a similar crushing, twisting torment and brutally slammed his hips against the firm cushion of Sam’s ass cheeks, burying his cock even deeper inside the big brunette’s hot, tight guts. He smiled as the big woman gave a scream of pain, , her muscular body convulsing in a futile attempt to escape him. He had to fight to keep himself from coming as her muscles clamped down around his cock, squeezing its base until he saw stars. To distract himself, he leaned forward and bit into the soft sweaty flesh of Sam’s shoulder until he tasted the salty warmth of her blood.

And , in case any of his companion’s had failed to reach the same conclusions as the Jihadee sodomizing Sam, the Camp Commander was loudly calling upon the watching Jihadees to rise up and punish Diana and Beate for their double heresy against God’s will, for their lesbianism and for their presumption in usurping a man’s role as a fighter as well as for who they were- beautiful infidel women. He called upon the watching Jihadees to punish Diana and Beate for their unnatural act. He pointed to the Wahlid’s mighty spear impaling Sheri and urged them to emulate him. He told them to prove their manhood by punishing Diana and Beate with their manhoods just as Wahlid was punishing Sheri.

Their inhibitions progressively striped away by what they had seen, the three Jahidees responded enthusiastically to his challenge. The first to climb on stage immediately positioned himself behind Diana. Grabbing Diana by her thrusting hips, he held her still just long enough to thrust his rock hard cock home into the only target he could find- Diana’s asshole. Intent upon inflicting as much pain as he could upon this hated female enemy, the young man buried himself up to his pubic hair in her asshole in one powerful thrust. Afraid to subject Beate and Sheri to Hassan sadism by resisting, there was nothing Diana could do except literally grit her teeth and take it. Her body arched involuntarily as his cock impaled her. A muffled scream escaped her tightly compressed lips. But by the force of her will, Diana remained pasive as he penetrated her ass. She remain facing Beate, her hands still tightly gripping Beate’s hips, their breasts pressed together, her eyes locked with Beate’s even as the pain from Jihadee‘s cock impaling her flowed over her body. The force of his thrust shoved Diana forward inot Beate, burying Diana’s dildo much deeper in the other woman than Diana had dared to go because of the studs. Diana could only watch in sympathy as pain replaced pleasure in Beate’s eyes. A soft, surprised scream escaped the other woman’s lips as the metal spikes on the dildo were driven hard into Beate’s sensitive cunt lips and against her erect clit by the force of the man’s thrust into Diana‘s ass. Diana suffered as well. A sharp burning sensation spread from her already sore and battered clit to her confused brain as his thrust drove her into Beate. The sharp points of the metal studs on the back of the dildo were digging cruelly into her flesh as well as Beate’s. Again and again the man drove into her ass with his powerful jack hammer like thrusts,. His sudden, brutal penetration were making Diana’s ass hole into a burning ruin. The pain from the studs grew as Diana totally lost control of the depth and power of her thrusts into Beate. The Jihadee sodomizing her was now in control of the way she was fucking Beate with the dildo. As he fucked Diana in her ass with his cock he brutally drove Diana’s dildo - and the sharp studs surrounding it- deep into Beate’s open cunt. Despite the pain to herself, Diana tried to shield Beate by holding her body still. But that didn’t work in the face of the power of the Jihadee’s frenzied thrusts into her ass. Despite Diana’s efforts, the dildo - and the spikes- was being mercilessly driven deep into Beate’s vulnerable sex as well as her own. To both Diana and Beate, it felt as if the studs were grinding their sex into raw hamburger. Each thrust was worse than the previous one as female organs designed to bring pleasure by their heightened sensitivity instead delivered increasing doses of raw pain. The cold metal studs progressively rubbed both women’s clits and cunt lips red and raw, creating a river of pain running directly inot their overloaded brains. . And there was nothing the two women could do about it except to passively endure the increasing pain. They desperately hung onto each other, their sweaty nude bodies locked together by the dildo. Tears streamed down Diana’s face as she repeated again and again, “ I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I can’t stop him” each time the dildo was driven deeper into Beate‘s red, bleeding cunt by the force of the Jihadee’s ass fucking. Diana’s sweat slick body was forced into Beate’s, their breasts sliding across each other as their bodies moved together in response to the cock battering Diana’s ass. What had moments before been an act of love that they alone had shared had now become a brutal torture for the two women.

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